Taxi Driver (1976)

Martin Scorsese’s brilliant portrait of a psychotic is one of the iconic films. There are so many angels with which you can explore it, internal, psychological, sociological, political, moralistic, exploitive, quasi-religious, and simply cinematic. It’s to much of a task for me to adequately distill but the movie has a kinetic quality that hits you head on so you know your watching something both significant and multi-fascinated, that at the same time can be appreciated by professor and low-life (which are sometimes the same). Question prompted by film: Without early Scorsese could there be Tarintenio? Five out of Five.