The Scorsese Binge (2024 Edition)

A few months back I had the silly thought to binge my way through a few of my favorite Scorsese flicks. This, of course, turned into a deep dive of his filmography. (Excluding documentaries, cable shows, etc.)

They say anything worth doing is worth overdoing, and there is some truth to that I suppose. I blew through twenty-five films, albeit not in chronological order.

It was fun. Occasionally tedious.

Who’s That Knocking at My Door (1967) – This felt like I was watching a nineties-era indie film more so than a film from the late-sixties. That says a lot more about the nineties than the sixties or Scorsese methinks.

Boxcar Bertha (1972) – Barbara Hershey and David Carradine in all of their seventies glory. Yes, please.

Mean Streets (1973) – So is the the title sequence of Drugstore Cowboy an homage to the title sequence to Mean Streets? Is this a love connection?

Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (1974) – This is the flick that turned me on to All the Way from Memphis by Mott the Hoople. It is also the inspiration for the television series Alice, which I watched incessantly as a child. Kiss my grits y’all.

Taxi Driver (1976) – I realize I’m in the minority here, but Taxi Driver is my least favorite Scorsese film. I hit the scene with Scorsese cameoing as the stalker in the cab and my stomach turns sour each and every time. It completely throws me off the rest of the film.

New York, New York (1977) – I will admit to multitasking during this film. We have three kids in this house, there’s always laundry to be done. I like Liza Minnelli (Arthur!), and I dig DeNiro. Together, we’re just not having that Reeses Peanut Butter Cup moment.

Raging Bull (1980) – If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. Somewhere Over the Rainbow makes everything better. Still, my heart remains loyal to one Rocky Balboa.

The King of Comedy (1982) – This was a first time viewing for me. Watching it through post-Joker eyes was interesting. Sandra Bernhard was born to play Masha.

After Hours (1985) – Well, that was weird. In a good way, I think.

The Color of Money (1986) – I dig Newman. I dig The Hustler. I’ll leave it at that.

The Last Temptation of Christ (1988) – Congratulations  are in order to Willem Dafoe for being the first actor to portray both Jesus Christ and the Green Goblin.

Goodfellas (1990) – The Godfather for those born in the seventies or later. Not that The Godfather isn’t great. But Goodfellas? Fughetaboutit. Sid Vicious’s My Way at the end? Icing on the cake, baby.

Cape Fear (1991) – DeNiro with a southern accent is a bit off-putting. Juliette Lewis breathes rarified air.

The Age of Innocence (1993) – I’d really like to know what the hat budget was for this film.

Casino (1995) – I once wrote in a question to Frank Rosenthal – the real life Ace Rothstein. He answered on his website. I swooned.

Kundun (1997) – I had to find this one on YouTube. At once not my cup of tea and strangely alluring.

Bringing Out the Dead (1999) – I went through quite the Nicolas Cage phase in the nineties. I have no regrets. Bringing Out the Dead has always been one of my favorites.

Gangs of New York (2002) – I’ve never been a fan of Daniel Day Lewis, but damn if he doesn’t nail it in this one.

The Aviator (2004) – I could really do with a sequel to this. I want the Vegas years. I want Melvin and Howard, the Scorsese treatment.

The Departed (2006) – “What, you on your period?” A well-deserved best picture and a permanent resident of my personal top ten. Ray Winstone is (insert your own series of expletives here) amazing.

Shutter Island (2010) – The first time I saw this flick, I thought it was a Christopher Nolan film because I was thoroughly confused through much of the picture. My second viewing has done nothing to compromise that original reaction. I eventually just bought the book.

Hugo (2011) – Answering the age-old question, what if Martin Scorsese made a Harry Potter film? If you didn’t dig this flick, then I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Spike Lee, you’re next.

The Wolf of Wall Street (2013) – More decadence and anarchy than the first two Decline of Western Civilization movies put together. So much fun.

Silence (2016) – This is that flick where Kylo Ren and Spider-man 2.0 go on a quest to discover whatever happened to Qui-gon Jinn.

The Irishman (2019) – This is one long-ass movie. The first time I watched it, I broke it up over three days. It’s a slower pace in comparison to other Scorsese flicks, and that takes some getting used to. The second time around I only broke it up into two nights. Third time’s a charm.

25 flicks.

The Order Watched: Goodfellas, Casino, The Departed, The Wolf of Wall Street, After Hours, Bringing Out the Dead, The Irishman, Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, The Color of Money, Hugo, Shutter Island, The King of Comedy, The Last Temptation of Christ, Who’s That Knocking at My Door?, Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, Silence, The Aviator, Cape Fear, The Age of Innocence, New York, New York, Gangs of New York, Kundun, Boxcar Bertha, Raging Bull

By the Numbers: 25 Scorsese films. 3,445 minutes of screen time. Approximately 57 1/2 hours. 9 instances of Robert DeNiro.  6 instances of Harvey Keitel. 5 instances of Leonardo DiCaprio. 2 instances of Daniel Day Lewis. 1 somewhat annoyed spouse having to put up with my impromptu career retrospectives.

The Kubrick Binge (2022 Edition)

Hey, it’s cheaper than film school.

Fear and Desire (1953): Fear and Desire is in the public domain, which means the quality of the production is completely dependent on which copy you come across. The one I watched was this wierdly colorized version where each scene looked as though it was viewed through a kaleidoscope. Clothes and skin color would change on a whim. Actors would have a blue shirt on in one scene, blue skin in the next. Very Smurfy. It was kind of cool in an acid flashback sort of way.

Killer’s Kiss (1955): Killer’s Kiss is tacked onto the Criterion Collection edition of The Killing, but to me, it was the star. There’s a bunch of little moments showcasing the seeds from which Kubrick’s career would eventually grow. The scene with the mannequins was just awesome.

The Killing (1956): Solid noir. A solid caper. Any movie with Elisha Cook Jr. is all right by me. (See also: The Big SleepThe House on Haunted HillRosemary’s Baby.)

Paths of Glory (1957): This is the movie that introduced me to Timothy Carey for which I will be forever grateful. Character actors make the world go round.

Spartacus (1960): Kirk Douglas is not dead. Spartacus is not over. He’s still out there. It’s still playing.

Lolita (1962): Watching Lolita through 2022 eyes is a touch disturbing at best. Still, I could listen to James Mason speak the day long. If anyone needs me, I’ll be rewatching 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964): I’ve watched Dr. Strangelove a handful of times at this point in my life. Each time it’s like watching a funhouse version of what a movie should be. Slim Pickens is my man, so his climatic scene will always resonate with me over the rest.

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968): I showed this to my kids a few months back, thinking they would turn away from the artiness of it all. Nope. They were mesmerized. Proud moments in cinephile parenting. 2010: The Year We Make Contact is pretty good too.

A Clockwork Orange (1971): I was obsessed with this movie as a teenager. VHS copy and all. To this day I still listen to I Wanna Marry a Lighthouse Keeper. This is one of those movies that keeps evolving. What was shocking in the eighties when I first watched it – to say nothing of those poor, unfortunate souls who caught it opening night – looks like reality television or clips from the Tik Tok generation. The fashion and sets along are amazing. What goes around comes around. My personal favorite Kubrick flick.

Barry Lyndon (1975): The never-ending story before The Never-Ending Story. Everyone loves this film. Phil Rosenthal loves this film and I love Phil Rosenthal. But I don’t love this film. The best part for me was using the intermission of Barry Lyndon to pause and watch Filmworker which put some – non-story related – things into context. I was bored during the first half of the film, but completely engaged for the second. Movies have a funny way of doing that to you.

The Shining (1980): I watched this movie in the wee hours of the morning heading into Father’s Day. In hindsight, that was probably not my best move. It took a few episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond to cleanse my mental palate enough so that I could go to bed.

Full Metal Jacket (1987): This movie is great. But the Mickey Mouse Club March scene at the end is easily in my top ten movie moments of all-time.

Eyes Wide Shut (1999): Maybe it’s just me, but the words Tom Cruise and erotic thriller, don’t exactly mingle for me.

Extra Credit:

Room 237 (2012): I may be agnostic, but y’all need Jesus. This film was so nutty, I watched it twice.

Filmworker (2017): This documentary was both inspiring and depressing.

By the Numbers: 

Order Watched: The ShiningRoom 2372001: A Space OdysseyFear and DesirePaths of Glory, A Clockwork OrangeFull Metal JacketDr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the BombThe KillingKiller’s KissBarry LyndonFilmworkerLolitaSpartacusEyes Wide Shut.

By the Numbers: 15 films, breaking down to 13 Kubrick flicks and 2 docs. 4 instances of Peter Sellers spread across two films. 3 instances of Leon Vitali, including an entire documentary in his honor. 2 instances of Kirk Douglas. 2 instances of Timothy Carey. (Look him up, he’s amazing.) 1 instance each of Phil Rosenthal, the mighty Slim Pickens (See also: Blazing Saddles), and the one, the only, Scatman Crothers. To quote House of Pain, Scatman Crothers gets all of my love.