WARRIORS 1979 MOVIE WHERE THE

Warriors 1979 Movie Where The

The Warriors Full Movie Growing up in the scene, my friends and I wanted to learn as much as possible about Hiphop and all things related to the culture. Hill is wearing a light blue sweater and flat-cap. But for all you Warriors trivia buffs, Hill can be spotted during a sequence in the middle of the movie where the Warriors are being chased through the subway terminal by the police.

As usual, the talk is pointedly cryptic, and the sense of place, clearly magical. Walter Hill’s direction here is of a piece with his previous work in Hard Times and The Driver. Much of the movie looks as if Fritz Lang had directed The Wiz, with occasional contributions from Sergei Eisenstein and Bruce Lee. An artful mix of black and white is achieved by making the lead a white in a throughly integrated gang, the villain a white in the mold of Widmark-Udo in Kiss of Death, and most of the gang hierarchies black. Gangs, gangs, gangs, posing, strutting, massing.

One might well wish instead for some way to ban many of the viewers of The Warriors.The argument can be made that the movie is too much of a fantasy for its own good and the good of society. Hence, there is no point in banning The Warriors. The gang members on the screen are pussycats next to many of the people I see walking in the streets. I have been told that children find Watership Down more frightening, and I can believe it. And then again, you may not.

Parents, of course, are non-existent.It is possible, of course, that the people who are most alarmed by The Warriors are people who have not actually seen it. The source of their money is as mysterious as the almost complete absence of “civilians” from the streets. But how exactly do the chivalric knights of the battered boroughs function? Do they shake down storekeepers? Do they mug old ladies? Do they torch derelicts for kicks, or push perfect strangers into the path of an oncoming train? The movie doesn’t say.

I spot my good friends David and Jane Ruttenberg with their law-abiding children Lisa and Jimmy. And suddenly a dark and dangerous knighthood emerges on the screen from the ruins.I am still trying to make my mind up about The Warriors when the house lights come on. The city is dying, block by block, from fear, loathing, fire, and desertion.

Media outrage once more seems to be much ado about very little. Lisa and Jimmy like the movie very much, and they do not seem hell-bent for trouble in the process. David happens to be a lawyer, but, like every lawyer I have ever known, he is confident that he could turn out a weekly movie column without any trouble if the occasion arose. “ Clockwork Orange and West Side Story,” he states succinctly.

I find the spectacle fading from my memory in a jumble of dislocated colors and motions. If the movie is not as dangerous as its detractors claim, neither is it as glorious and memorable as some of its less discriminating admirers would have it. The viewers with alarm were not kind to West Side Story and Clockwork Orange in decades past, and yet the Republic survived.Since Washington’s birthday, however, I have become bored with the whole subject of The Warriors. My instinctive tendency to oppose all censorship — one might even ridicule this tendency as a liberal knee-jerk reflex — has not even been seriously tested.

The two reviews appeared under the headline “Punks and Pryorites” in the March 12, 1979, issue of the Voice. The other film reviewed as part of Sarris’s weekly Films in Focus column was Richard Pryor — Live in Concert.

Warriors Movie 1979 Full Movie