
Seeing it, watching it as others can do little to help, remains unnerving.

Already a quiet woman, she’s almost silenced by terror as the abuse worsens. Sympathy lies entirely with Vikki (Cathy Moriarty), stuck in a disastrous marriage with a man she saw as ideal by society’s standards – a muscular protector. The only thing Raging Bull wants to do is show a downfall, and how vicious that becomes when paranoia swallows an alpha male psyche. Raging Bull isn’t defending this man it doesn’t even celebrate his in-ring accomplishments. In that, his story is tragic, but only to an extent. Yes, Raging Bull centers on the male view, but it’s also careful to trap viewers in La Motta’s head as the destructive streak consumes his mind.Īll La Motta knew was fighting. It’s forcible cinematography, clustered together in tight focus and minimal space. Inherently authentic and real, there’s little distance between La Motta’s outbursts and the camera.

The only thing Raging Bull wants to do is show a downfall
