i don't rate shit
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
travis bickle is the ID of america. lives to work and works to live, fascinated by sex and violence and purity, unable to socially bond, and uninterested in politics even when it's staring him in the face. he absorbs everything around him like a sponge and takes it at face value when it directly aligns with his emotional state. the first person travis meets after betsy dumps him for good is martin scorsese as the wife-killer, who reinforces travis's feelings…
bong owns my whole ass. amazing. so funny! so sad! somehow fantastical?! beautiful cinematography--HE HAND-DRAWS THE STORYBOARDS HIMSELF! truly struck by that shot of the stairs in the rain, with the family going down, down, down, down. only thing missing for me was a scammer montage cut to a talking heads song, which would have made it the greatest film ever made. still, comes pretty close!
after joker i was feeling kinda depressed about the state of film, how so…