I need to challenged by film, to be made to think with great intensity. The moment at which the crowd parts and the traffic pulls away and the camera pulls up to show Travis Bickle outside of the Palantine rally, sporting a mohawk, with this smug grin on his face is my favourite, most challenging moment. What’s changed? Why did he cut his hair? Where does he make his move? I’ve never been pulled out of my seat like that, and it happens every time I watch the film. It takes something so odd and unexpected, so perfect, to have that same surprise after the first viewing. Taxi Driver is that perfect.