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NYTV blues
Now that both Felicity and Jennifer Love Hewitt live here, the streets of New York are no longer safe for Scorsese fans.

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By Sarah Vowell

Nov. 3, 1999 | Martin Scorsese has said that when he was a kid in New York, he watched a lot of westerns. When I was a kid in the West, I saw every Scorsese picture I could. I have no idea if seeing "Rio Bravo" made the young Scorsese want to call a travel agent and book the next flight to Tucson. I do know that when I saw "Taxi Driver" as a teenager (screened in the agriculture department at Montana State in the same room where the range management lectures took place), it made me want to stay the hell away from New York.

When Robert De Niro as Travis Bickle said, "Someday a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets," he didn't sound like a crackpot en route to an assassination. He sounded like he could have been any old reasonable American living west of the Hudson. I remember stumbling out of the ag building when it was over, grateful to walk home in the pure driven snow.




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New York used to serve a purpose. It used to be the big, bad metaphorical arena where evil duked it out with good. Especially in the gangster movies, a genre as irresistible as the western to American eyes. Even though I could have pointed to Manhattan's actual coordinates on a map -- just as Scorsese must have known that the Monument Valley in all those westerns is carved from real rocks by the real wind -- no one actually needed to go there. (Unless of course the president is ejected via pod into Manhattan during a terrorist attack on Air Force One, at which point it's fine to send that dreary Kurt Russell in after him as long as he can be injected with explosives that will blow him up if he can't get the prez out alive.)

New York was just a backdrop, a gritty if photogenic symbol of degeneration and anarchy that was both conveniently far away and as near as the next matinee. Sure, in my nice little town we had no mission as important as Travis Bickle's attempt to rescue a 12-year-old prostitute, but that gave us more free time to sit on the porch and read our six-page newspaper to keep up on the latest planning commission imbroglio. David Letterman exploited this distance better than anybody; an Indiana native, he must have known how comforting it would be, how thrilling, for viewers in the rest of the country to fall asleep to New York garbage-on-the-street wisecracks. It was exactly what we wanted to hear.

But something happened to cinematic New York that might have something to do with what happened to the real New York. Why else would the new Scorsese movie, "Bringing Out the Dead," the kind of bloody, violent urban thriller that's been the director's bread and butter from the get-go, make such a point at the beginning that it takes place "in the early '90s." Because apparently in the early '90s you could still find some decent crack houses and street O.D.'s to make a movie about. But now, in the (as long as you're white) kinder, cleaner Giuliani years, the most terrifying Gotham morality tale is Nora Ephron's "You've Got Mail": Oooh, they're building a chain bookstore! I'm so scared!

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