Warriors! Come out and plaaaayyyy!A Greek myth colored with neon and spray paint, The Warriors is the story of a group of Coney Island gangers far from their turf and accused of a murder they didn't commit.
Now they've got to get home. That's it -- that's the entire plot. It's minimalistic and simply fabulous.
This is a hostile, alien, nocturnal world, with empty streets, yawning subway tunnels and ever present tension. There's a lot of people who want to kill these guys, and the futuristic, over-the-top gangs in baseball uniforms, sequins and dirty t-shirts are frightening in their grace and fury.
Especially their grace. It's obvious that a lot of the people hired for this film were dancers, and it shows in the brutal ballets of the fight scenes.
Maybe it looks a bit dated today, but I wouldn't change a thing. The camera work, the music, the air of desperation ... anyone who tries to remake this perfection with stupid script and a cast of pretty boys and singers should be punched in the face.
CAN YOU DIG IT?
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