Now, I’ll be honest; I went into this expecting a rather rudimentary comedy. I went into it knowing nothing but the title and the stars, and that it was a Martin Scorsese picture. That should’ve clued me in to expect something other than what I was expecting, cause this definitely was not what I was expecting. Starring Robert De Niro, The King of Comedy turned out to be one of the darkest, blackest comedies I’ve seen yet from the list.
De Niro stars as Rupert Pupkin, who is probably one of the saddest individuals I’ve seen in all of cinema. Every nuance of De Niro’s performance elicits pathos; he brings to Rupert Pupkin a sense of wanting, a dreamer not yet able to live his dream, almost a child in a man’s body. There are many qualities to admire in a dreamer, many qualities dreamers should have, that people should have that dreamers all have – Rupert is none of these things. He’s a poor, hapless dreamer who clings to his fantasy visions without grounding in reality, without care as to how insane he may appear to be, or may actually be. It’s a wonderful performance, one that might hit a little too close to home for some, and to that end, all I can say is, that it is only a movie; nothing more.
There was little else for me to say about this one; the script was very solid, and knew how to evoke that dark mood that makes the film work as well as it does, but there really wasn’t much else about the film that stood out, or was notable. Still, it was a very well made film, and it works on multiple levels. Rupert’s final monologue is probably the highlight of the film, and it is just about perfectly done, and fits in excellently with the given material that makes up the rest of the film. This is a very singular vision, and it’s one I definitely recommend you try for yourself; just don’t go into this expecting a straight comedy, or you might end up with some slight whiplash, like I did.
Arbitrary Rating: 8/10