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Prominent gang leader Cyrus calls a meeting of New York's gangs to set aside their turf wars and take over the city. At the meeting, a rival leader kills Cyrus, but a Coney Island gang called the Warriors is wrongly blamed for Cyrus' death. Before you know it, the cops and every gangbanger in town is hot on the Warriors' trail.
The Warriors are a street gang of total badasses. They don't take any shit and they fight with their fists and not guns. When they are framed for the murder of a street legend they must use all their wits to survive the night in this Walter Hill cult classic. The Wonder Wheel. The way the Warriors look in their vests. Purple pimps. Mimes? Cyrus the Prophet. Gangbanger summit. Gun pass. Assassination. Strobe lights. False blame. Power struggle. Graveyard graffiti tagging. Radio message. Boombox. Distant cousins of Baseball Bat Guy from The Raid 2. James Remar's dirty mouth. Five Finger Discount. Lazy eye. The Orphans. Chicken shit. Warrior groupie. Cochise's war bonnet. Vermin's chest hair. Subway smushed. Home run swing.…
Dystopian West Side Story without the musical numbers.
The Warriors aren't "warriors" (nothing about a red vest represents "warriors") as much as adolescent symbols of macho masculinity (bare-chested boys pretending to be men). Childish male wish fulfillment of a fantasy world without parents that sympathizes with its often unsympathetic juveniles even as they get distracted by every hormonal impulse from vandalism to womanizing.
More successful as an Escape from New York prequel than an allegory for international politics; the "turf" metaphor functions instead as a blanket signifier for community and family ("getting home"). Triumph of style in production design (costume) and editing (cartoonish transitions even without Director’s Cut add-ons).
Junesploitation: Day 24 – Teenagers!
There are movies that are undeniably seventies. This may just have scraped into that decade back in 1979 but Walter Hill's tale of Coney Island gang, The Warriors, is as seventies and as cult as you can get.
The premise for this film was pretty simple. Nine unarmed gang members are summoned to a summit where the leader of the biggest most powerful gang in the city offers a truce and an alliance for the gangs to take over the city. As the shit hits the fan and the leader Cyrus is gunned down, the blame is mistakenly put on The Warriors who then have to fight their way across the city and back to safety on their own turf.…
I posed the question last night on Twitter, "Which gang in The Warriors would you like to be in?"
The Baseball Furies seemed fairly popular among the two people that read my tweet. I said I wanted to be a Turnbull AC but due to being a wimp and generally a bit slow and stupid I'm probably a fucking Orphan. I've got better jeans than The Orphans though so I might just get away with it. I think the only way that you could improve The Warriors is by making more of the gangs have a gimmick.
The Baseball Furies are obvious with theirs and The Punks have their rollerskates, just like a good punk should. The Satans Mothers also…
I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.
It's insane, crazy, silly and cool all at the same time. In the 70s and 80s some directors had no problem making films that existed in some sort of alternate unrealistic reality when it was their only option to make the movie they wanted. It's a lost art really. The Warriors is one of the best examples of this.
Anyone notice how all the gangs didn't have the same budget for their wardrobe? Like that one gang from the beginning of the film that just wore the same colored t-shirts. They weren't even the same style t-shirts and they were just a crappy gray color. Just an observation...
"Can you count, suckahs?"
The Warriors is simply one of the coolest films ever made. Everything about this film breathes complete fucking coolness. It's not the smartest film ever made but I love it so much and is definitely in my top ten. My favourite gang film and that's saying something in such a great genre.
A gritty film with plenty of intense Thriller moments and a satisfying ending that allows The Warriors to live.
eerie *clank* violent *clank* stylish *clank*
I can dig it.
My first experience with The Warriors was back when the director's cut came out on DVD, and I found the editing amateurish and the plot progression sloppy so I discounted it until I rediscovered it the other day. I think Walter Hill was skipping hand-in-hand with George Lucas on this one, because I had the complete opposite reaction to the theatrical cut!
It's exciting and tense, yet ridiculous and campy, and is one of the best examples of 80's post-apocalyptia which is neither from the 80's or post-apocalyptic.
"You ain't exactly the State Department type."
technically a rewatch but i still don't really know how to even approach this in the sense of writing an actual cogent review; does it need one? it has probably one of the most impressive sparsity-density ratios — of run-time and form vs ideas put forth and explored — that i've seen in film, all while meeting and exceeding every expectation you may have for a genre flick or a revered piece of pop-culture. of all the '70s movie-brat 'revisionists', it is clear to me now that Walter Hill may stand as the most overlooked. (sorry, Steve. still love you tho)
may settle for a more realistic rating on future rewatches, if only for the fact that this isn't the song that closes the film. i mean, c'mon
It's Mad Max in the Bronx
Go watch it
The Baseball Furies. The Gramercy Riffs. The Boppers. The Turnbull ACs. The Orphans. The Lizzies. The Rogues. They're all out to get The Warriors. The gang that's been framed for offing Cyrus, the leader of the Riffs. Now they're one gang against many in an perilous attempt to make it back home to Coney Island. Now this is the peak of badass '70s cinema! Every character is tough but likable (except Luther, who's a psychotic little tweak), the action is gritty, the story is solid as a rock and the one-liners are cool and memorable. Next to "48 HRS." and "Streets of Fire", this is one of Walter Hill's greatest films, can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?
This movie is so '80s that having it come out in the '80s would've been overkill. It's filled with campy dialogue and gloriously rediculous blocking, yet somehow The Warriors can still be taken seriously.
With a line more famous than the movie, somehow nothing disappoints: this was everything I expected it to be. The Warriors is no Casablanca---for my Bojack Horseman fans, it is literally not Casablanca---but it is certainly a classic.
How is this movie simultaneously really bad AND excellent??? Anyway I loved it
I've heard a lot good things about this film and a lot of bad things. All I can say is that I really enjoyed it. It reminded me of 300, a lot of badass guys walking around shirtless.
The film is chaotic and fun. It has this energy that almost never stops. Much like the warriors themselves. Its about gang warfare and factions among the streets. The Warriors framed for murdering another gang and now everyone's gunning for them. Its a night of mayhem and survival.
I really had fun with this. Yes it does feel like an extended version of that Anchorman scene. But considering this film came out way before that, can you fault them for that?
I cared about most of the Warriors. Its a fun flick. Check it out.
Movies that embrace an 80's-ish tone with synth or Vaporwave soundtracks or a neon aesthetic.
Suggestions are welcome of course.