Taxi Driver Film Essaye

Everyone has their angry young man phase. Mine came at around the same time as my budding cinephilia, so – at my worst – I may have intentionally neglected to rewind a VHS tape.

Has there ever been a better film for feeling like an outsider and thinking the whole world needs a redeemer than Taxi Driver? Some might say Fight Club or – worse – The Dark Knight, but some day a real rain will come and wash this scum off the internet.

Martin Scorsese's remarkable Taxi Driver: from the archive, 19 August 1976

I got turned on to Martin Scorsese through twin gateway drugs. The anthology film New York Stories, featuring Scorsese’s Life Lessons, was in theatres and I went because I was a fan of Woody Allen, who contributed Oedipus Wrecks. This was just as Scorsese’s The Last Temptation of Christ, which never played in central New Jersey, hit home video. At age 14 I rented it not so much for its nuanced take on theology, but because I was really into Peter Gabriel, who had scored the film. Then I got my hands on the rest: Mean Streets, Raging Bull and, importantly, Robert Phillip Kolker’s book about New Hollywood, A Cinema of Loneliness. Robert De Niro’s Travis Bickle was on the cover, trudging through 1970s Times Square, a Monument Valley of porno theatres and all-round filth. I knew that Taxi Driver was the big one, the one that had to be censored, the one that nearly killed a president, and – important to a budding snob reading Cahiers du Cinéma on microfiche – it was the one that won the Palme d’Or at Cannes.

Taxi Driver wasn’t the first New Hollywood picture to win the top prize at Cannes. Robert Altman’s M*A*S*H, Jerry Schatzberg’s Scarecrow and Francis Ford Coppola’s The Conversation all got there first. But Taxi Driver felt like a bigger gamble. Indeed, the jury’s deliberation was said to be particularly contentious in 1976. During the festival, jury president Tennessee Williams (!) and the ecumenical jury issued a handwringing statement. They noted that the era had been “marked by serious films without hope, some of which reflected a violence seldom seen before. We are well aware that this violence and hopelessness reflect the image of our society. However, we fear that violence breeds violence and that, instead of being a denunciation, it leads our society to an escalation of violence. The jury … expresses its wish that the cinema not become a source of hatred.”

I came to Taxi Driver expecting sex, profanity and violence. There’s actually not much sex (indeed, if Travis wasn’t so uptight around women he’d maybe get a little action, and many of his problems would go away) but what I didn’t expect was for it to be so gorgeous. No matter how dangerous the movie gets, Bernard Herrmann’s music and Michael Chapman’s cinematography make the drive through Travis Bickle’s New York something like a ballet. Unlike Mean Streets’s Johnny Boy or Raging Bull’s Jake LaMotta, De Niro’s character is an observer, creeping past depravity, his windshield like a movie screen. Taxi Driver is violent and the subject matter is ugly, but the haze that emerges from the languid POV shots and the slow crescendos in Herrmann’s score turn the brutality into something of a dream. There are passages of pure cinema in Taxi Driver that Scorsese would later revisit in Raging Bull’s boxing matches, the montages of The Age of Innocence and the vistas of Kundun. We love Scorsese for his tight, kinetic sequences cut to Charlie Watts’s beats, but the man can sometimes be a painter too.

Why we are locked in the back of Taxi Driver's mind

Urban loneliness was and perhaps still remains an under-discussed phenomenon. Add to this the stylised way Scorsese captured New York’s raw energy and you can see why it would knock a Cannes jury on its derrière. And French audiences certainly caught the homage to Jean-Luc Godard’s Two or Three Things I Know About Her “coffee cup” moment. Though, to make it a little sour, Travis, who complains of headaches and worries about stomach cancer, trades café au lait for Alka Seltzer.

Taxi Driver ends in shocking violence, but the road it takes there earns it its right to dance over the line. In addition to the grace of its editing, there are moments of tremendous humour. Albert Brooks, whom you may have forgotten is in this, absolutely kills as the doofus office drone. It’s a catchphrase now, but the “You talkin’ to me” sequence of Travis preening in the mirror was, I believe, always meant to be a little bit light-hearted. Until we know exactly what he’s up to, riding passenger side with De Niro is, I’m not ashamed to admit it, a little bit fun.

As I get older, I’m less sure what I’m to make of Travis Bickle. In 2015 would he still work himself into a lather over a girl and try to assassinate a political candidate? Or would he just be screaming about ethics in games journalism on Twitter? Cybill Shepherd’s character, Betsy, describes Travis (whom she barely knows) by quoting Kris Kristofferson’s The Pilgrim, Chapter 33: “He’s a walking contradiction.” Maybe it’s true, and maybe we should pity Travis. The only way he can conceive of making the world a better place is through violence. Or maybe he’s just an asshole.

The Cannes win may have had a bit of a negative impact, however. Speaking to Peter Biskind for his book Easy Riders, Raging Bulls, Scorsese said he would always “thank the French for giving me that grand prize … that allowed me to reveal to myself what a total failure I could be. It was a few weeks after … that I remember I started playing with drugs when I was doing New York, New York. For me, it was the beginning of going into an abyss for about two years and coming out of it just barely alive.”

Taxi Driver is not Martin Scorsese’s most entertaining film. That will forever be Goodfellas. It may not be his richest film – that’s probably Raging Bull or The Last Temptation of Christ. But Taxi Driver was the one that proved he could be edgy, push buttons, enthral teenagers and still be beautiful.

Are you talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here.--Travis Bickle in "Taxi Driver"

It is the last line, "Well, I'm the only one here," that never gets quoted. It is the truest line in the film. Travis Bickle exists in "Taxi Driver" as a character with a desperate need to make some kind of contact somehow--to share or mimic the effortless social interaction he sees all around him, but does not participate in.

The film can be seen as a series of his failed attempts to connect, every one of them hopelessly wrong. He asks a girl out on a date, and takes her to a porno movie. He sucks up to a political candidate, and ends by alarming him. He tries to make small talk with a Secret Service agent. He wants to befriend a child prostitute, but scares her away. He is so lonely that when he asks, "Who you talkin' to?" he is addressing himself in a mirror.


This utter aloneness is at the center of "Taxi Driver," one of the best and most powerful of all films, and perhaps it is why so many people connect with it even though Travis Bickle would seem to be the most alienating of movie heroes. We have all felt as alone as Travis. Most of us are better at dealing with it.

Martin Scorsese's 1976 film (re-released in theaters and on video in 1996 in a restored color print, with a stereophonic version of the Bernard Herrmann score) is a film that does not grow dated, or over-familiar. I have seen it dozens of times. Every time I see it, it works; I am drawn into Travis' underworld of alienation, loneliness, haplessness and anger.

It is a widely known item of cinematic lore that Paul Schrader's screenplay for "Taxi Driver" was inspired by "The Searchers," John Ford's 1956 film. In both films, the heroes grow obsessed with "rescuing" women who may not, in fact, want to be rescued. They are like the proverbial Boy Scout who helps the little old lady across the street whether or not she wants to go.

"The Searchers" has Civil War veteran John Wayne devoting years of his life to the search for his young niece Debbie (Natalie Wood), who has been kidnapped by Commanches. The thought of Debbie in the arms of an Indian grinds away at him. When he finally finds her, she tells him the Indians are her people now, and runs away. Wayne then plans to kill the girl, for the crime of having become a "squaw." But at the end, finally capturing her, he lifts her up (in a famous shot) and says, "Let's go home, Debbie."

The dynamic here is that Wayne has forgiven his niece, after having participated in the killing of the people who, for 15 years or so, had been her family. As the movie ends, the niece is reunited with her surviving biological family, and the last shot shows Wayne silhouetted in a doorway, drawn once again to the wide open spaces. There is, significantly, no scene showing us how the niece feels about what has happened to her.

In "Taxi Driver," Travis Bickle also is a war veteran, horribly scarred in Vietnam. He encounters a 12-year-old prostitute named Iris (Jodie Foster), controlled by a pimp named Sport (Harvey Keitel). Sport wears an Indian headband. Travis determines to "rescue" Iris, and does so, in a bloodbath that is unsurpassed even in the films of Scorsese. A letter and clippings from the Steensmas, Iris' parents, thank him for saving their girl. But a crucial earlier scene between Iris and Sport suggests that she was content to be with him, and the reasons why she ran away from home are not explored.


The buried message of both films is that an alienated man, unable to establish normal relationships, becomes a loner and wanderer, and assigns himself to rescue an innocent young girl from a life that offends his prejudices. In "Taxi Driver," this central story is surrounded by many smaller ones, all building to the same theme. The story takes place during a political campaign, and Travis twice finds himself with the candidate, Palatine, in his cab. He goes through the motions of ingratiating flattery, but we, and Palatine, sense something wrong.

Shortly after that Travis tries to "free" one of Palatine's campaign workers, a blonde he has idealized (Cybill Shepherd), from the Palatine campaign. That goes wrong with the goofy idea of a date at a porno movie. And then, after the fearsome rehearsal in the mirror, he becomes a walking arsenal and goes to assassinate Palatine. The Palatine scenes are like dress rehearsals for the ending of the film. With both Betsy and Iris, he has a friendly conversation in a coffee shop, followed by an aborted "date," followed by attacks on the men he perceived as controlling them; he tries unsuccessfully to assassinate Palatine, and then goes gunning for Sport.

There are undercurrents in the film that you can sense without quite putting your finger on them. Travis' implied feelings about blacks, for example, which emerge in two long shots in a taxi driver's hangout, when he exchanges looks with a man who may be a drug dealer. His ambivalent feelings about sex (he lives in a world of pornography, but the sexual activity he observes in the city fills him with loathing). His hatred for the city, inhabited by "scum." His preference for working at night, and the way Scorsese's cinematographer, Michael Chapman, makes the yellow cab into a vessel by which Travis journeys the underworld, as steam escapes from vents in the streets, and the cab splashes through water from hydrants--a Stygian passage.


The film has a certain stylistic resonance with "Mean Streets" (1973), the first Scorsese film in which Keitel and De Niro worked together. In the earlier film Scorsese uses varying speeds of slow-motion to suggest a level of heightened observation on the part of his characters, and here that technique is developed even more dramatically; as the taxi drives through Manhattan's streets, we see it in ordinary time, but Travis' point-of-view shots are slowed down: He sees hookers and pimps on the sidewalks, and his heightened awareness is made acute through slow motion.

The technique of slow motion is familiar to audiences, who usually see it in romantic scenes, or scenes in which regret and melancholy are expressed--or sometimes in scenes where a catastrophe looms, and cannot be avoided. But Scorsese was finding a personal use for it, a way to suggest a subjective state in a POV shot. And in scenes in a cab driver's diner, he uses closeups of observed details to show how Travis's attention is apart from the conversation, is zeroing in on a black who might be a pimp. One of the hardest things for a director to do is to suggest a character's interior state without using dialog; one of Scorsese's greatest achievements in "Taxi Driver" is to take us inside Travis Bickle's point of view.

There are other links between "Mean Streets" and "Taxi Driver" that may go unnoticed. One is the "priest's-eye-view" often used in overhead shots, which Scorsese has said are intended to reflect the priest looking down at the implements of the Mass on the altar. We see, through Travis' eyes, the top of a taxi dispatcher's desk, candy on a movie counter, guns on a bed, and finally, with the camera apparently seeing through the ceiling, an overhead shot of the massacre in the red-light building. This is, if you will, the final sacrifice of the Mass. And it was in "Mean Streets" that Keitel repeatedly put his finger in the flame of a candle or a match, testing the fires of hell: here De Niro's taxi driver holds his fist above a gas flame.


There has been much discussion about the ending, in which we see newspaper clippings about Travis' "heroism," and then Betsy gets into his cab and seems to give him admiration instead of her earlier disgust. Is this a fantasy scene? Did Travis survive the shoot-out? Are we experiencing his dying thoughts? Can the sequence be accepted as literally true?

I am not sure there can be an answer to these questions. The end sequence plays like music, not drama: It completes the story on an emotional, not a literal, level. We end not on carnage but on redemption, which is the goal of so many of Scorsese's characters. They despise themselves, they live in sin, they occupy mean streets, but they want to be forgiven and admired. Whether Travis gains that status in reality or only in his mind is not the point; throughout the film, his mental state has shaped his reality, and at last, in some way, it has brought him a kind of peace.

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