I mean, he don't even say hello to anybody. What is it with him? Why does he have to make it so hard on himself, for Christ's sake? He comes to me, I'll make it easier for him. I can't deliver a kid from my own god-damned neighborhood. He's embarrassin' me with certain people. Now, Jake, the guy's become an embarrassment. Do ya understand? Just get down to 155 pounds, you fat bastard. And you do it on your own, just the way you wanted to do, without any help from anybody. You know why?īecause the same thing as before: there's nobody left. Right? Right? They still gotta give you a shot at the title. Which is, definitely, you should beat him. Are they gonna think you're not as tough as you are, you're not the same fighter? Good! They'll match you with all those guys that were afraid of matchin' with you before. Let's say you lose because of your weight. He's a young kid, up and coming, he'll fight anybody. You're killin' yourself for three years now, right? There's nobody left for you to fight. What am I? What am I, a circus over here? What are ya doin'?
Nominated for a handful of Academy Awards (including best picture and director), Raging Bull won only two, for De Niro and for editor Thelma Schoonmacher. Images smash into one another-a flashbulb, a spray of sweat, a fist, a geyser of blood-until you feel dazed from the pummeling. The fight scenes are astounding they're like barbaric ritual dance numbers. But as Roman Catholic Scorsese sees it, he works off his sins in the boxing ring, where his greatest athletic talent is his ability to withstand punishment. Jake is as frightening as he is pathetic, unable to control or comprehend the baser instincts that periodically, and without warning, turn him into the rampaging beast of the title. He marries a striking young blond (Cathy Moriarty), his sexual ideal, and then terrorizes her with never-ending accusations of infidelity. Robert De Niro plays LaMotta (famously putting on 50 pounds for the later scenes), a man tormented by demons he doesn't understand and prone to uncontrollably violent temper tantrums and fits of irrational jealousy. Martin Scorsese's brutal black-and-white biography of self-destructive boxer Jake LaMotta was chosen as the best film of the 1980s in a major critics' poll at the end of the decade, and it's a knockout piece of filmmaking.
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