Imagine Hitchcock's Psycho and told from the point of view of its title character, and you have a rough idea of Taxi Driver. This riveting 1976 film is at once a thriller, a psychological case study, an exploration of the eroticism of violence, a political commentary and a horror melodrama of seamy New York. It was also a turning point in the careers of all its principal creators. The Scorsese-DeNiro connection, perhaps one of the most important director-actor relationships of modern American cinema, would continue to bear fruit in such movies as Raging Bull, Goodfellas, and Casino.
In Taxi Driver, De Niro plays Travis Bickle, a 26 year old ex-Marine who takes a job driving a New York cab on 12 hour shifts because he can't get to sleep. Unlike his peers, he will take anyone anywhere, and he cruises the neighborhoods where, as he puts it, "all the animals come at night-whores...queers...fairies, dopers, junkies..." When Travis take his car back to the garage at daybreak, he often finds that he has "to cleaned the come off the back seat." Sometimes there is blood to be cleaned up as well.
Travis looks like a normal, average man-a faceless face in the crowd-but he just doesn't have the ability to connect with the conventional patterns of reality, to become socialized. He exists beyond the boundaries of civilization, even though he moves within it. He has no friends and is desperately lonely. He doesn't know the meaning of some common words. He lives in a grimy hovel, littered with junk food wrappers and porno magazines. "I believe one should become a person like other people," he writes in a tattered composition diary. "I've got to get organized." Taxi Driver is the story of how Travis gets "organized"-how he makes himself into a person out of his scattered scraps of information about life as gleaned from the nocturnal undergrounds of the city.
His search for routes into conventional existence leads him into the short-lived pursuit of chic, upper-middle-class campaign worker for a various presidential candidate and then into the attempted rescue of a 12 year old prostitute who works for a pimp on the Lower East Side. When all else fails, Travis fixates on the grotesque New York of his fare and decides to play his own role in urban betterment by helping to "wash all the scum off the streets." What follows is a random, irrational bloodbath that leads to and even more shocking epilogue. By its final credits, Taxi Driver has reminded us that, depending on the public's and the media's mood, a Charles Manson can also become an American hero-as exemplified by the idolatrous followings of My Lai's William Calley and New York's subway vigilante, Bernhard Goetz.
Scorsese's cast, which also includes Peter Boyle and Albert Brooks, is as gritty as his locales, and his mesmerizing cinematic style changes as Travis' character does. At first the film's pace is languorous, with the repeated images suggesting the monotony of Travis' routine. When the cabbie's plan of "total organization" begins, the movie tightens along with Travis' body and sense of mission. The slaughter sequence of Taxi Driver has the release of a sexual orgasm, and it is carefully anticipated by the voluptuousness of the visual imagery that comes before. The movie's view of New York City is that of a fever dream, as refracted through the voyeuristic perspective of a rear-view mirror. Rain pours out of the gloomy night skies, steam rises in gusts from pavements, firs hydrants erupt into geysers, an Alka Seltzer tablet explodes close-up in a glass of water-until finally there can only be a hurricane of blood. The pent-up tension is accentuated by Bernard Hermann's jazzy score, which finds its release in Hitchcockian horror only if the final reel.
Seen in the early 1990's the Manhattan of Taxi Driver occasionally looks antique. The landmark cabbies' hangout, the Belmore Cafeteria, is gone now, and so, for the matter, are the Checker cabs. But Scorsese's images-of a young prostitute's bedroom aglow with incongruous sacramental candles, of DeNiro's brain silently snapping from psychic collapse-are enduring. And so, sad to say, is the movie's still-timely vision of an irrational urban America hell on the brink of violent apocalypse.
Runtime: 113 min / Spain:110 min (censored version)
Color: Color (Metrocolor)
Sound Mix: Dolby SR (re-release) / Stereo
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