As that fella said in Dirty Harry: “Man… I gots ta know!”
See, I could point to that borderline unbearable Bernard Herrmann score (for me) ruining an otherwise excellent movie in Taxi Driver but, here, with Raging Bull, I have nothing upon which to hang my hat. No defence. It’s a fine movie all round, and I do like it, I just… I don’t love it. It leaves me a bit cold. I dunno, maybe I just can’t muster quite enough interest in Jake LaMotta, no matter how masterfully his tale his told, for me to ever be any further invested in the stakes.
And I love Martin Scorsese. Doesn’t especially look like it though, I suppose.
The Wolf of Wall Street
The King of Comedy
Oh For F#ck’s Sake, Martin!
The Color of Money
The Last Temptation of Christ
Wasn’t Impressed Straightaway But I’d Like to Try These Ones Again Sometime, Martin!
Bringing Out the Dead
Gangs of New York
Never Saw Them But I’d Like to Check Them Out at Some Stage, Martin!
Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
Couldn’t Care Less About These Ones, Doubt I’ll Ever See Them, Martin!
New York, New York
The Age of Innocence