The Living Hell of Times Square in Martin Scorsese’s ‘Taxi Driver’

The tourist attraction of today bears no resemblance to how Times Square looked and felt in the 1970s.

Graham Fuller
Mar 23, 2018 · 4 min read

Martin Scorsese’s 1976 masterpiece Taxi Driver depicted Times Square as a village of the damned. It doesn’t look that way anymore.

Walk around Times Square today and you feel relatively safe and unsullied, even at night, despite the dazzling video ads with their relentless hard sell. (You should still keep a grip on your bag or feel the pressure of your pocketbook.)

Back in the mid 1970s, and well into the late 1980s, a visitor to Times Square and the streets running east of it to Eighth Avenue, including 42nd — the godforsaken “Deuce’ — wasn’t safe at all. The Gray Lady, as The New York Times was nicknamed, must have blushed, when, in the 1950s, grindhouses started mushrooming in the vicinity of the Times Building at 229 West 43rd Street.

Show World Center at 669 Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street was the Times Square district’s most notorious sex emporium | © G. Paul Burnett/AP/REX/Shutterstock

As Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver (1976) and more recently HBO’s The Deuce (2017) showed, this benighted corner of Manhattan became a neon-lit hellhole of strip joints, porn emporiums, arcades, and “XXX” marquees, in which pimps, hustlers, hookers, and pickpockets mingled freely on the sidewalks with the hoi-polloi.

Travis’s view of Times Square from his cab in ‘Taxi Driver’ | © Columbia Pictures

Taxi Driver was written by Paul Schrader, whose self-directed Hardcore (1979) did much the same for L.A. In both cases, the modern Sodom and Gomorrah was conceived by Schrader as a purgatory for a man driven to rescuing a sexually exploited girl. The antecedent was John Ford’s 1956 Western The Searchers.

As the rain-flecked yellow cab driven by Robert De Niro’s damaged Vietnam vet Travis Bickle glides north up Times Square in Taxi Driver — the sequence is phantasmagorical — he narrates in voiceover the thoughts he has been writing in a journal.

Travis’s monologue bespeaks Schrader’s Calvinistic sense of “total depravity”: “All the animals come out at night — whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ’em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me.”

As spoken in an undertone by Travis, Schrader’s words sound like a rancid condensation of Bill Landis and Michelle Clifford’s description of the neighborhood’s human traffic in Sleazoid Express: A Mind Twisting Tour Through the Grindhouse Cinema of Times Square (2002):

“…phony drug salesman…low-level drug dealers, chain snatchers… . Junkies alone in their heroin/cocaine dreamworld…predatory chickenhawks spying on underage trade looking for pickups…male prostitutes of all ages… . Transsexuals, hustlers, and closet gays with a fetishistic homo- or heterosexual itch to scratch… .

“It was common to see porn stars whose films were playing at the adult houses promenade down the block. …Were you a freak? Not when you stepped onto the Deuce. Being a freak there would get you money, attention, entertainment, a starring part in a movie. Or maybe a robbery and a beating.”

Travis (Robert De Niro) as urban vigilante in ‘Taxi Driver’ | © Columbia Pictures

Scorsese gives a visual rejoinder to Travis’s fantasy of rain “washing all this scum off the streets” by showing a fire hydrant spraying water over the streets — a biblical echo of the flood narrative in Genesis.

As Travis’s madness takes hold, he appoints himself judge, jury, and corruption-purger. He executes not only the pimp (Harvey Keitel) who has been running the teenage prostitute Iris (Jodie Foster) but also two of his cronies.

Times Square today | © Shutterstock

In the end, it wasn’t flood-water — or fire and brimstone, which razed Sodom and Gomorrah, as also recorded in Genesis — that cleaned up Times Square. It was Walt Disney’s reopening of the New Amsterdam Theater at 214 West 42nd Street in 1997, and the subsequent redevelopment of the area as the legitimate (albeit senses-assaulting) entertainment mecca it is today.

One of the ironies of The Deuce is that it’s almost affectionately nostalgic for the sordid Times Square of the early 1970s — or, at least, for Scorsese’s poetic vision of it.


Originally published at theculturetrip.com, where you can read more of Graham’s work.

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NYC-based arts editor and film critic. Contributor to Sight and Sound, Cineaste, Vanity Fair. New York Film Critics Circle member. Twitter: @graham_fuller.

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