My final film at this years New Zealand Film Festival was the restored classic Taxi Driver. It certainly was a popular pick, with the might Civic fairly packed for the screening.
Taxi Driver is a film that I’ve been meaning to get round to watching for some time, but never did, so it was an easy decision to jump at the chance to see it on the big screen.
For the most part however, Taxi Driver was a disappointment. Martin Scorsese who annoyed the crap out of me with Shutter Island used the same techniques that he would use many years later on Shutter Island in Taxi Driver, mainly the over dramatic music seemingly used to create a sense of drama in an otherwise uneventful script.
This is a tale of an unstable Vietnam war veteran whose inability to sleep at night gives him the impetus to become a nighttime taxi driver, a job that might suit his insomniac tendencies, but does nothing for his mental health. Spending the nights driving around a city that is flooded with what he sees as decadence and sleaze only adds fuel to his violent inner demons, who want nothing more that to be allowed to emerge pass a violent and bloody justice on the city. Read the rest of this entry »