Taxi Driver

Travis doesn’t drive a taxi — he drives straight into the void. Alienated masculinity, repressed desire, moral rot wrapped in military trauma. This isn’t a character study, it’s a case file Freud would weep over.The city is a mirror. Dirty, blinking, accusatory. Every neon sign pulses like a warning light in his mind. He wants to save her. Or maybe be saved by her. Or maybe he just wants to matter.Scorsese films loneliness like it’s a virus and De Niro makes it terminal. The gun is a symptom. The mohawk, a diagnosis.