Taxi Driver is like your very own hellish nightmare…
Taxi Driver isn’t a case study, it’s just that one important part of its protagonist’s life. That’s perhaps why it doesn’t tell you the hows, or the whys or the whats. It gets straight to the point and that perhaps is the most engaging thing about this film.
Paul Schrader’s well written screenplay, which encapsulates the very style of New York that the film was trying to express. No big, bright lights, it’s all about the dark alleyways, the paranoid, desperate people, but perhaps not. It is, about Travis Bickle, the Taxi Driver.
Martin Scorsese masterfully directs this film, which was among the earlier ones of his career. The bleak cinematography of the film is powerful. While watching you might notice, that the moments when our Taxi Driver gets emotional, or is about to cry due to sadness, when he is weak, the camera moves away from him, while we aren’t spared from viewing the graphic, powerful violence, while showing which the film is slowed down. The audience too, should savor the blood-shed like Travis.
The acting performances were simply grand. Robert de Niro was wunderbar, poignantly hiding his feeling in those long stares that he gave, while in moment giving away everything he feels. Jodie Foster did an excellent job in perhaps her first major film role. Cybill Shepherd was perfectly cast and Scorsese film regular Harvey Keitel, though almost un-recognizable, gave a brilliant performance.
Taxi Driver is a masterpiece of a film that truly deserves a watch. Though in the scenes that do begin to scare you a bit, just keep watching, for it’s either emptiness or an overflow and both of these make the film.