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I am watching some old films which I either didn't see or somehow forgot about.

Among these is Martin Scorcese's bloodbath

Taxi Driver (1976)

My good god. Is it that long ago?

Yes. Jodie Foster was a child and Robert DeNiro was a spectacular stud.

I liked it well enough until the last part. Then, the story falls apart somehow.

I find Travis' recovery and sort of redemption hard to swallow.

There is not a lot to say about this. While is it quite something to see Travis Bickel lose his shit the coda does not withstand scrutiny.

I suppose this is like farting in church but not really. There is so much carnage in the film that whatever I have to say about the whole thing is comparatively mild.

I suppose it is a technical 5 out of Netflix5 if I saw it before. But in reality, since I will never see it again, it rests personally at a 2.

I do not think that I ever saw a Scorcese film again.

In addition to DeNiro, there are some young actors in this film who are quite worth seeing. Jodie Foster, Peter Boyle, Harvey Keitel.

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