By: Oberst von Berauscht (Three Beers) -
Released in 1979, this film was an early example of a trend I like to call “80’s future dystopia.” Even though they feel horribly dated, there is still a certain appeal to these films, much like watching an old 50’s sci-fi feature.
In the year 1997…
Not every sci-fi film from this period feels this way, but only sci-fi films from this period feel this way. Take from that what you will.
The Warriors opens as a meeting is called by Cyrus, mysterious leader of the biggest gang inNew York City. Cyrus is assassinated after giving a rousing speech calling for all gangs to unite to take on “the man” as one (by the way, don’t do a Google image search for “megagang” with safesearch off). The blame for the hit is given to The Warriors, a gang from the opposite side of town, who then must fight their way home though rival territory.
Director Walter Hill pulls out all stops to make this film feel bigger than its budget. The story is original, the action is furious, and most importantly, the music rules. Take a drink to celebrate the tight pacing and ass-kicking awesome contained within. I can say that I do indeed dig it.
The acting… with a few rare examples, is just horrible. Most of the main characters deliver lines they clearly just read on a piece of paper, and put little to no effort in developing the dialog beyond that. Some actors just stare into space or into the camera. Don’t get me wrong- there are still some inventive performances in the film, but when it is bad, it is Tommy Wiseau bad.
The fight choreography leaves a lot to be desired, particularly in the sequence where the Warriors fight the “Baseball Furies”.
This, not this:
Ok, I’ll just wrap it up, the choreography is terrible and… I just threw up in my mouth a little… Sorry, but I have to go now.
Almost worth a curb stomping.
Bonus Drinking Game
Take a Drink: whenever someone says “The Warriors”
Take a Drink: whenever the Radio girl leaves a message for rival gangs
Down a Shot: for every punch that obviously never hit anyone