The film delivers the signature eye for detail that made Scorsese famous. Everyone around him senses it but LaMotto simply cannot. His hate is a profound one, not a hate of others or what he attacks, but a hatred of himself. The audience simply watches as any small act or suspicion is a window for him to confirm what he wants most of all, confirmation that his partner is unfaithful and by extension he is, himself, unworthy. He lacks the emotional maturity or awareness to communicate his frustrations to words. His thought process is endlessly fascinating to watch as he warps any act of kindness or love into betrayal and distance. LaMotto cannot introspectively evaluate his emotions. The film finds its expression through the emotional immaturity of the lead character. Everyone around LaMotto can see his problem, his unhealthy obsession and suspicion but he cannot help himself. The real magic is that these issues are expressed through the warped psychological outbursts of De Niro's character. The movie also explores many of the complex issues of violence against women and the psychological destruction of a man who cannot accept or understand intimacy. The narrative plot is straightforward enough, it follows the life of a 1940-50s boxer. It is hard to say what exactly this film is "about". This movie showcases both of these film legends at their best. Scorsese has had a long and distinguished career along with the film's lead Robert de Niro. There's your stupid steak.A triumph of a film. Bring it over! It's like a piece of charcoal! Bring it over here! You're overcookin' it, bring it over.īring it over. What are you doin'? I just said don't overcook it. You understand, you fuckin' wacko? You're crackin' up! Fuckin' screw ball, you!ĭon't overcook it. And you won't have troubles upstairs in your bedroom and you won't pick it out on me and everybody else. You know what you should do? Try a little more fuckin' and a little less eatin'. You're a sick bastard, I feel sorry for you, I really do. I'm not stayin' in this nuthouse with you. It's a sick question and you're a sick fuck and I'm not that sick that I'm gonna answer it. I'm gonna ask you again: did you or did you not? You're givin' me all these answers, but you ain't givin' me the right answer. You asked me that? Where do you get you're balls big enough to ask me that? How could you ask me a question like that? How could you ask me? I'm your brother.
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