(The other two movies tied at #53 are North by Northwest and Rear Window, which I’ve already seen. They’re good.)

So you’ll notice it’s been a while since I watched one of these movies. Part of that is me being legit busy, and part of that is me finding reasons not to watch this one, because I expected it to suck. Unfortunately, my expectations were dead on. Ebert, in his review of this pile of shit, says:

Martin Scorsese’s “Raging Bull” is a movie about brute force, anger, and grief. It is also, like several of Scorsese’s other movies, about a man’s inability to understand a woman except in terms of the only two roles he knows how to assign her: virgin or whore. … Scorsese’s very first film, “Who’s That Knocking at My Door?” (1968), starred Harvey Keitel as a kid from Little Italy who fell in love with a girl but could not handle the facts of her previous sexual experience. In its sequel, “Mean Streets” (1973), the same hang-up was explored, as it was in “Taxi Driver,” where the De Niro character’s madonna-whore complex tortured him in sick relationships with an inaccessible, icy blonde, and with a young prostitute. Now the filmmakers have returned to the same ground, in a film deliberately intended to strip away everything but the raw surges of guilt, jealousy, and rage coursing through LaMotta’s extremely limited imagination.

At a certain point, you start to wonder what the fuck is wrong with Scorsese as a human being that he keeps making these movies.

But so yeah, this is a movie about terrible people doing terrible things in their terrible lives. And while Scorsese can be a talented film-maker, this movie isn’t even particularly well-made. I’m sure that reviewers are all blah-blah about the physicality of De Niro’s performance or whatever (he gets ripped and then fat), but I am unable to give literally any fucks whatsoever.

Trash. Avoid. And for my part, I will just be relieved that this is the last Scorsese movie on this list.