Film Released: 1999
It happens so quickly: Two people are revealed to be one (albeit, one with a gunshot hole going through his left cheek), just a guy who's one with the world that he's about to send crumbling down, and the girl who's going to watch it all go down by his side. "EEEEEEEE-STOP." And then that haunting guitar line, following by Frank Blank's oddly textured falsetto.
Two minutes into the credits, you're still sitting there, letting the weirdness of The Pixies wash over you, wondering where your own mind went. For the record: It's still in the world of David Fincher and Chuck Palahniuk, crumbling in awe, shock, anger, or sheer joy. Black's command to "STOP" will send you right back to the end of Fight Club every time now, do not pass go, do not collect anything.