Mr. Bickle

I’ve got some bad ideas in my head.

"You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Well I’m the only one here..." That mirror monologue it’s a moment of fractured identity. “I’ve got some bad ideas in my head,” he admits earlier — quiet, almost ashamed. But those ideas fester, turn into resolve, and in the heart of the night, resolve becomes violence.

The loneliness, the rage, the sick hope of redemption through chaos.