Bleed on me

Raging Bull

(1980)

What better way to greet the holiday season that by watching two guys just whale the living shit out of each other?

I don't know what to say about this film. I mean, I think I get it. Intellectually, I recognize the magnificence of the sort of opera-cum-Greek tragedy that Scorsese has made from the life of a violent, dimwitted, and psychotically jealous man, and I recognize De Niro's achievement, including the physically harmful lengths to which he went to become Jake LaMotta.

I just don't find myself caring about his story as much as, say, about Travis Bickle's. Not sure why not; just don't.