Yesterday, I saw a movie, the type of movies that changes your life and leaves you with a

bittersweet feeling when the credits start. Taxi Driver, created by the famous Martin Scorsese,
makes a sad, but real, interpretation of human condition. At the total opposite of a Manichean
film, it gives one hour and 54 minutes of intense and guilty emotions. In the first minutes, I
already know that this movie was going to mark me for life. To know if this feeling was
shared by my family with who I watched it, I asked them about their points of view.
The first person I interviewed (my mother) was not as convinced and amazed as me. Indeed,
she found the prestation of Robert de Niro breathtaking and was impressed by how he
managed to be this much in his role. Moreover, she liked the staging and cinematic effects.
However, she thought that the violence was too much and was not necessary. The soundtrack
was not her taste. It was too jazzy and she did not think that it was the best reflection of the
character.
The second person I interviewed (my father) was much more conquered by the movie than
her. Indeed, he qualified it by the term “masterpiece”. He found the decors stunning: New
York in the 70’s amazed him. This movie is for him a perfect and visionary representation of
urban violences. Unlike my mother, he found the choice of jazz very interesting and
appropriate. For him, it was a way to demonstrate the dissonance of the main character.