Our national pastime is paranoia, not baseball. In the mid-1970s, when the Watergate revelations about the Nixon White House and a wave of conspiracy theories about JFK's assassination fueled a mood of queasy distrust, the country hit its pre-9/11 nadir. Martin Scorsese's chilling 1976 adaptation of Paul Schrader's demonic script, Taxi Driver, channeled every ion of free-floating suspicion and anxiety into a Vietnam-vet cabbie prowling a broke, decaying New York City. Tonight is the final opportunity to see the dazzling, newly restored print at the Roxie that shows off the film's uncanny mix of sleek style (underscored by Bernard Herrmann's knockout score) and sewer ambience.
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