A Bluray of Martin Scorsese‘s The King of Comedy (’83) is out later this month. Why haven’t I re-watched this film during the 31 years since it first opened? Because even though I completely agree with (or would certainly never argue against) the notion that it’s among Scorsese’s best, it’s never been and never will be a pleasant film to watch. It’s great and prescient but at the same irritating and almost ghastly at times. Except for the “you should get cancer, I hope you get cancer!” bit on the streets of midtown Manhattan.