Taxi Driver is one of the most darkly engrossing and disturbing films ever made. Robert DeNiro becomes Travis Bickle, a psychotic Vietnam veteran who is thoroughly disgusted with the urban decadence and decay all around him. His portrayal is astoundingly uncanny and personal, yet Travis still remains tantalizingly mysterious (I credit this aspect more to Scorsese's directing and Paul Schrader's story). To some degree, I believe every man can relate to Travis's experience. We have all felt the loneliness and isolation, we have all felt the sexual frustration, we have all felt the blood-boiling rage; and, of course, we have all wanted to own a small handgun that we could slide out of our sleeve on a rail so we could shoot a worthless pimp.