Cyrus, the messianic leader of the largest gang in New York, declares a truce and calls a summit with all the major gangs in attendance. During the meeting, he expresses his wish to unify all the gangs into one large super-gang. During the summit, Cyrus is assassinated and the murder is pinned on a member of a gang known as the Warriors. Now, all the other gangs are hunting the Warriors down before they can prove their innocence. —IMDb
Walter Hill (born January 10, 1940) is an American film director, screenwriter, and producer. Hill is known for male-dominated action films and revival of the Western.
Hill was born in Long Beach, California. Growing up in southern California, Hill was asthmatic as a child and, as a result, missed several years of school. He spent much of his time daydreaming, reading comic books, and listening to radio serials. Hill said his father and grandfather were “smart, physical men who worked with their heads and their hands” and had “great mechanical ability.” His paternal grandfather was a wildcat oil driller. Hill worked in the oil fields as a roustabout on Signal Hill near Los Angeles during summers of the latter part of his high school years and several more years while in college. During one summer, he ran an asbestos pipe-cutting machine and worked as a spray painter. After a stint at Mexico City College, he later majored in history at Michigan State University.
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A gem from the seventies, one of those classics you can watch tirelessly. Loved the imminent danger coming from the empty streets at night, when footsteps, trains and sirens were the only sound you could hear. It has the same charming atmosphere of Scorsese's After Hours, which is nice for a low-budget movie. And damn, James Remar was unbearably attractive in those days (in fact, he still is). Can you dig it?
What surprised me most about this film is the quality of the image. It looks fucking amazing for low budget flick!
Pure 1970s awesomeness. So much testosterone that even the chicks have balls. Side note: James Remar was an awkward lookin' dude back in the day.
I'll admit I'm a sucker for the faded, cryptic beauty of Coney Island and its surrounding areas, and "The Warriors" showcases their beauty fleetingly but powerfully. Personal sentimentality aside though, it's a terrific film; a glistening and grimy trip through a psychedelic, sweaty urban hell in the company of ordinary men as larger-than-life heroes. Imitated as much spiritually as it is aesthetically.
While Hill’s The Warriors and The Driver screen in New York, Cooper’s other Silver Bear winner is out on Blu-ray.