Taxi Driver

I saw this film when it first came out, after an art teacher of mine went on at length about a long tracking shot of some pretty nasty carnage. My teacher was a lonely guy who ate only in restaurants and got gall stones in the process; his nickname was K-bomb, a diminutive of his original moniker. He sounded a bit like a Travis Bickle character, only not so extreme! So anyway, I saw the film and was, so to speak, blown away. I'm going again, shm. I can hardly wait to see once more that yellow taxi emerging like some mammoth fish from manhole mist, and the strains of woozey jazz! And that's just the beginning!