Opinion

‘Taxi Driver’: 40 Years After its Release, it Still Remains One of the Greatest American Films Ever Made

October 20, 2016
6 min read

In 1976, I was aware of Martin Scorsese as a filmmaker having seen Mean Streets (1973) and Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (1975), and certainly a fan of the actor on the rise Robert De Niro who had just won an Oscar in The Godfather Part II (1974). Their new film Taxi Driver (1976) was opening at the Odeon Theatre and I headed down Saturday afternoon to see the movie. There might have been twenty other people in the audience, no couples, so I knew right away this was a film for movie people.

I exited that cinema different than when I went in. Galvanized.

Taxi Driver (1976), one of Scorsese’s greatest and yet darkest film is forty years old, and in celebration of that is being re-issued in a superb new Blu Ray with a pristine print of the film, and brand new interviews with the cast and director. It offers a chance to see one of the greatest American films ever made in all its dark splendor, and to listen to the creative process.

The opening shots were a dead giveaway to what we were going to explore. A manhole covering, steam pouring out it, like hell being held back by man made steel. This was New York City before Guiliani cleaned it up, when Times Square was a haven for hooker and pimps, drug dealers and the homeless. It was an open sewer for the worst of humanity.

The first time we see Travis Bickle (Robert De Niro) we know, inherently, something is off. We can hear it in his voice, feel it in his movements, the way he connects (or does not) to those around him, something is deeply wrong with Travis. He is a Viet Nam veteran, a former marine who did his time in the war and has come home to a country he does not understand and that makes no effort to understand him. Travis wants to drive a cab, all night if he can because he does not sleep, and in the day when he cannot rest he goes to pornographic movies and peep shows. He becomes obsessed with the filth in the city, hellbent on cleaning up the streets. When he meets a campaign for worker for a senator, they date, but his lack of social graces ends it, when he takes her to a pornographic film on a date. She rebuffs him and causes him, partially to break from reality. When he encounters a twelve year old hooker, Iris (Jodie Foster) his plan comes to fruition.

When his attempt to assassinate the senator fails he goes to find Iris and murders her doorman, then her pimp, and then any of the many men standing watch over her. It is less a killing scene than an absolute slaughter, as Travis goes through the men like a knife through butter. As the police arrive he holds a finger dripping with fresh blood to his head like a gun and pretends to pull a trigger, which is what he has wanted all along.

Having saved Iris, and returned her to her parents in Minnesota, Travis is elevated to the status of hero. His wounds were terrible, but he recovered and is back driving taxi. On one night he is flagged down, and into his car steps Betsy, the woman he dated for a time, who turned him down. They make small talk, and though she wants more from him, he is done with her. When she gets out of the car we watch him drive in toe lights and sounds of the city and catch a glimpse of his eyes in the rear view mirror….and know he will do it all again, once again he is a time bomb waiting to go off.

Taxi Driver (1976) was one of the most alarming films I had ever seen at that time in my life, and incredibly forty years later, has lost none of its visceral power. It is just as intense and frightening as it ever was, an absolute masterpiece that walks through the landscape of a man’s mind as he descends into hell, a hell of his own making.

De Niro is superb as Travis, portraying the character with an intensity that is alarming, he is a walking hand grenade with the pin pulled. We wait for him to go off because we know it is coming, and when it does we cannot quite believe what we witness. Travis is dangerous from the beginning because he is unpredictable and feels out of touch with life, with everyone in the teeming city around him. The only person he connects with at all is Iris (Jodie Foster) the young hooker he saves, though she did not need saving, nor did she really want it. In Iris perhaps Travis sees the last bit of innocence in the city to be ruined and he can no longer bear it and lashes out in rage. When the assassination fails, he has to do something with his anger, he needs to explode, and that is what he does in a sequence filled with some of the most alarming and realistic carnage put on screen up to that time.

We can all but feel De Niro seething, his rage simmering, until finally he can longer bear it and must go off. When he does, it is almost orgasmic in its feeling, and I am sure felt that way to Travis. It is a performance of alarming intensity, superb on every level, so much through the eyes.

Equally good are the superb Jodie Foster as Iris and Harvey Keitel as a snappy, always popping pimp, surprisingly dangerous on his perch on the street.

Taxi Driver (1976) was nominated for four Academy Awards, Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actress and Best Screenplay. Further nods should have come for Scorsese (no brainer), the score, cinematography and editing. The film earned De Niro Best Actor awards from the New York and LA Film Critics Groups as well as the National Society of Film Critics, establishing himself as the most exciting of his generation.

Scorsese prowls New York like a ghost, his camera capturing the hell that was New York at night in the seventies. The single shot of a manhole cover seen with hot steam billowing out, as though hell itself were being held back ever so slightly is genius. But the greatest weapon Scorsese wields in the film are De Niro’s eyes, sometime haunted, sometimes afraid, sometimes dangerous, and finally murderous. The hero we see at the end of the film is a nightmare in disguise, because in the very near future Travis will arm himself and walk into the streets again and open fire.

Taxi Driver is a staggering study of a descent into utter madness. And a work of art.

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