Jun. 20th, 2011

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Last night the Drafthouse had a brand new print of Taxi Driver and it had been too long since our last 512 Pecan Porter & Royale with Cheese. (Or in my case Royal No Cheese.) It was especially lovely to see the infamous voice mail PSA which provoked much hilarity and clapping. Whenever I get the itch to pack up and move, I think about how much I would miss my dear Alamo Drafthouse.

But back to the movie - Travis Bickle is such a demented, wonderful character. I love that the story throws you into his world without providing a history aside from some few clues. For me I always imagine him as a schizophrenic beatnik who was born a generation out of step. (Can't you just imagine him palling around with William S. Burroughs, comparing guns and shooting stuff?) It's especially weird to watch this movie right now because it feels so strangely intimate with the absurd horrors of today. It doesn't help that half the stuff in the film no longer looks dated and costume worthy but more like some of the stuff I see on people on 6th Street. Afterward I was transfixed by a fellow patron wearing this ridiculous romper and platform sandals who could fit right in with the underage hookers on the screen.

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