Martin Scorsese : "Bickle est quelque part entre Charles Manson et Saint Paul". 

Michel Cieutat : "C'est peut-être dans son traitement de ce thème de la solitude que Scorsese s'exprime le plus dans ce film. Par petites touches successives, Travis seul à son volant, Travis ayant du mal à communiquer son problème à son collègue "Wizard" ("I have bad ideas in my head"), Travis isolé dans sa chambre, qui prépare sa "self-made apocalypse" en braquant son propre reflet dans son unique miroir, s'adressant à un ennemi potentiel imaginaire, et surtout Travis monologuant à maintes reprises ("La solitude m'a suivi toute ma vie, dans les bars et les autos, sur les trottoirs, partout. Il n'y a pas d'issue. Je suis le solitaire de Dieu"), soliloques qui l'amènent à concevoir autrui seulement en ses propres termes ("Je pense que vous êtes une personne seule" dit-il à Betsy)"...

(Martin Scorsese, par Michel Cieutat, Rivages / Cinéma, pages 115, 117-118)

Photos : 

Robert De Niro : Travis Bickle
Cybill Shepherd : Betsy

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CYBILL SHEPHERD (Taxi Driver)

- Vous savez à quoi vous me faites penser ? A cette chanson, par Kris Kristofferson, un chanteur moderne : “C’est un prophète, un pourvoyeur, moitié réel, moitié fiction, ambulante contradiction”

ROBERT DE NIRO

- Et c'est moi ce type-là ?

 

 

"See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearing yesterday's misfortunes like a smile.
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was going out of style,
And he keeps right on a'changing for the better or the worse,
Searching for a shrine he's never found,
Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse,
Or if the going up was worth the coming down.

He's a poet, he's a picker,
He's a prophet, he's a pusher,
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned.
He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today.
Running from his devils, Lord, and reaching for the stars,
And losing all he's loved along the way.
But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around,
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse,
The going up was worth the comin' down.

He's a poet, he's a picker,
He's a prophet, he's a pusher,
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned.
He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home."

ROBERT DE NIRO - CYBILL SHEPHERD - TAXI DRIVER - MARTIN SCORSESE
ROBERT DE NIRO - CYBILL SHEPHERD - TAXI DRIVER - MARTIN SCORSESE
ROBERT DE NIRO - TAXI DRIVER - MARTIN SCORSESE