Joaquin Phoenix is a great actor, but putting the camera on him for two hours and letting him exude his inner Travis Bickle does not a complete film make.
I enjoy watching the dude act, but I wish they'd created the rest of a functioning movie around him. Deniro falls flat as the antagonist. There are some nice mood moments, and 1981 New York City is incredibly, starkly believable. (Yes, kids, Manhattan used to be the ultimate shit-hole.)
There are the bones of a great film here, but not nearly enough meat, moments of ultra-violence notwithstanding.
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