Scorsese layers the sound track with grunts and screams, animal noises that seem to emanate from hell’s zoo. The boxing sequences (which amount to barely a dozen minutes of the movie’s two hours plus) are as violent, controlled, repulsive and exhilarating as anything in the genre. La Motta was an animal, a bull in the ring and a pig outside, and Scorsese is true to both Jakes. Now 59, this sacred monster is canonized and cauterized in Scorsese’s searing black and white. (from 160) within a year of retiring, was convicted on a morals charge involving a 14-year-old prostitute, and made a comeback of sorts as a road-show Rocky Graziano. He “fought Sugar Ray Robinson so many times I got diabetes.” He played rope-a-dope with the Mob. The Bronx Bull butted his way to the middleweight championship of boxing in 1949. What Jake saw in a nostalgic nightmare, Martin Scorsese has put on the screen.
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