There's no point in gushing because as you can see there's more than enough to convince you to buy this classic. It aims at two audiences, crime noir fans and the Travis Bickle-ites, and for a time I felt very much like 'ol Travis myself. Love, acceptance, sanity, these were things that were alien to his mind, and when you live in a world, no, a city, where you're a thread away from becoming another faceless drone in the sea of insanity around you, it is a truly depressing thought because it's not a question of 'if' but rather a question of 'when'. The moment Travis Bickle topples the television set over with his foot, his downward spiral truly begins in horrific fashion.