I don't know what prompted me to see Taxi Driver, but when I did, I
immediately felt some sort of similarity between myself and Bickle.
Specifically the reserved resentment which he voices so well in his
thoughts. His own distaste of what's outside his mind, but he inexplicably urges toward becoming part of it.
There is a line which wasn't used in the film which I connected to most,
but that's not the point, really. It's still a good film, and even if
Bickle is such a depressing character, he's still got friends. Which is
kind of a positive thing anyway.
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