The Warriors
Directed by: Walter
Hill.
Written by: David
Shaber and Walter Hill based on the novel by Sol Yurick.
Starring: Michael Beck (Swan), James
Remar (Ajax), Dorsey Wright (Cleon), Brian Tyler (Snow), David Harris (Cochise),
Tom McKitterick (Cowboy), Marcelino Sánchez (Rembrandt), Terry Michos (Vermin),
Deborah Van Valkenburgh (Mercy), Roger Hill (Cyrus), David Patrick Kelly (Luther),
Lynne Thigpen (D.J.).

The plot
of The Warriors is simple. The title gang is from Coney Island, who come to Manhattan
(I think, they’ll end up more than one of the boroughs however) for a huge gang
summit. The leader of the biggest gang is killed during his inspirational gang
speech, and The Warriors are framed for his murder – their leader essentially
beaten to death in the melee. The rest of the gang somehow escape though – and
head out on the run. They need to make it make to their own turf, and quick,
because word has gotten out (via a DJ, who I assume is the official DJ of
gangland, I guess) that they are dead meat. Through the streets and subways,
this gang has to fight their way home. There is some infighting – Swan (Michael
Beck) and Ajax (James Remar) don’t agree on which one of them should be the
leader – but mainly, the eight of them stick together. They even pick up a girl
along the way (Deborah Van Valkenburgh) – mainly it appears so that Swan can
say misogynistic things to her until she falls in love with him.
It’s hard
to see the controversy this movie inspired today – everything about its themes,
characters and dialogue is so simplistic, straight forward and frankly, dull,
that it’s tough to take it seriously as a film about, well, pretty much
anything. Yet, the film has become a cult item – something many people still
gravitate to. And, to be honest, there is still value to the film. Most of that
comes from Hill’s direction – this is a fluid action movies, with a great pace,
and a camera that follows, often at length, as these characters go to the dark
places in New York. Hill, who has always been a fine director of action (and,
for me anyway, not much else), knows precisely what he’s doing in the staging
of the action sequences – most of which have an extended buildup, and then are
over quickly. As a purely visual experience, I enjoyed The Warriors.
As
anything approaching social commentary, the film fails though. It presents a
New York gang scene that never was, and is never going to be – sanitizing it to
the point of making it dull. No, the film didn’t judge its characters – and
maybe the gangs of the time liked seeing themselves as heroes. But they’re
hardly even that in The Warriors – more than anything, they are bland, boring,
one-dimensional characters in a film that works as a visual experience, and not
much else.
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