Raging Bull

“I don’t trust nobody.” The anti-Rocky (which probably would not have been made if Rocky didn’t exist). Raging Bull is not a film about boxing matches, but about the struggles inside the head of a man who is bugged by the fact that he has small hands. Because of his bullish nature, Jake gradually loses his fame, power and money, as well as the trust of others, from whom he demands the respect that he cannot show for himself. He is dragged down by his inability to prove what he is convinced of, that he ranks among the best. Success in the ring is not enough for him, as he needs to assert his dominance and control over situations also in his home environment. He thus inflicts the hardest blows on those closest to him. The key people on the painful path to finally accepting his own sins are his brother and second wife. Vickie initially represents for him an unapproachable goddess, whose beauty also thoroughly intoxicates the camera, and whom Jake at most takes the liberty of only timidly caressing. He willingly transforms himself from a raging bull into her obedient boy (for which he is rewarded with a “Mother’s Little Helper” apron in one of the contrastingly idyllic family videos). After he realises that Vickie is not just a mother figure to him and that he has to share her with others and thus put his manhood at risk, he begins to see her as his private, untouchable property. And he also treats her like property in the very brutal scenes of domestic violence. He truly behaves like an animal that is unable to control its instincts (animalistic screams also accompany the boxing matches). Conscious of the irredeemable nature of his sins, he at least tries to recast his defeat in self-pitying joking in the brutally disheartening conclusion.  However, it is clear that he cannot fall any farther. I must also mention that Scorsese’s justifiably ponderous film also has captivating cinematography, unrivalled editing at least in the boxing scenes (the dialogue scenes in the bar are chaotic in places) and, as its focal point, one of the most tenacious acting performances in modern cinema. 85% (25/08/2012)

A hundred and thirty-minute defense of why we need feminism. I regretted almost every scene had to end at some point, but at the same time, I was excited because I knew a different scene would follow. I watched two approximately two-second shots in a row several times: a referee walking slowly around the ring with smoke rising from human bodies and Laurent Dauthuille's knockout. Who cares that it would obviously be better for the whole world if the scaffolding fell on those two mental cripples right at the beginning. (18/09/2023)

What? The best boxing film and there's about ten minutes of boxing? But it’s brilliant. I like Rocky, I like Paul Newman in Somebody Up There Likes Me, but of all these battered men, Jake La Motta is my favorite, and I don’t know why. (19/09/2007)

This is a film of undeniable quality with a story that literally radiates a specific and unmistakable atmosphere, where you strongly sympathize with the main character throughout his tortuous life journey. But success goes hand in hand not so much with the direction as with the excellent performances by De Niro, Pesci and Moriarty. They are the ones who are constantly at the centre of the action, they are the ones who transmit all the emotions, they are the ones whose characters you will find both sympathetic and repulsive throughout the film. Similarly, the script is brilliantly and cleverly constructed, as if it was tailored exactly to the body of the main characters. And yet, I must give it only 4*. I'm sure you know that feeling when after finishing a film that was smart, well acted and well shot, you still can't shake the sensation that it wasn't quite right, that it lacked something. Raging Bull is exactly one of those cases for me. (13/01/2012)

Scorsese is a director who is two classes better than Avildsen, and the same can be said about Robert De Niro compared to Sylvester Stallone. However, I won't give more than 3 stars even in this case because boxing is as likable to me as encountering an agitated swarm of wasps, and testosterone-filled Jake LaMotta is not the kind of guy I would want to share a double house with. As a study of masculinity and uncontrollable jealousy, it is quite decent, but the film didn't captivate me in any way. Overall impression: 55%. (19/11/2010)