But this one takes the witty joy out of Eddie's exploration of his potential ? the first part of the movie has the zippy energy and humor of Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City ?
No doubt that hipster façade comes partly from Chuck Palahniuks novel, which, based on the narration, is full of offhand product references and adjectival lists, like Bright Lights, Big City in a head-on with a Sunday circular.
The real shame of it is that, unlike other great transitional swan songs (The Misfits, for instance), Bright Lights, Big City comes and goes without demonstrating much awareness that it's got nothing to say about the time that produced it and no instinct for the tide blowing into shore.