Martin Scorsese’s first film, Who’s That Knocking at My Door?, proclaimed what he wanted—no, what he had—to do with his magnificent talent: make poetry out of male obsession. And Scorsese, like Dostoyevsky, knows how to get inside the skulls of his half-mad heroes. Viewed objectively, Jake La Motta the Raging Bull was a testosterone-charged idiot shattering his family and wrecking his career, but Scorsese made us see things Jake’s way, made...
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