In the neon-drenched decay of nineteen seventies New York, a man becomes an island. Travis Bickle, a Vietnam veteran adrift in a sea of insomnia, takes a job driving a taxi. He can't sleep, so he steers his cab through the humid nights, a rolling confessional where he chronicles his seething contempt for the city he sees as an open sewer. Steam hisses from the streets, painting a lurid glow on ...
