Prominent gang leader Cyrus calls a meeting of New York’s gangs to set aside their turf wars and take over the city. At the meeting, a rival leader kills Cyrus, but a Coney Island gang called the Warriors is wrongly blamed for Cyrus’ death. Before you know it, the cops and every gangbanger in town is hot on the Warriors’ trail.
- Swan: Michael Beck
- Ajax: James Remar
- Luther: David Patrick Kelly
- Cleon: Dorsey Wright
- Cochise: David Harris
- Mercy: Deborah Van Valkenburgh
- Snow: Brian Tyler
- Baseball Fury: Steve James
- Cowboy: Tom McKitterick
- Rembrandt: Marcelino Sanchez
- Vermin: Terry Michos
- Cyrus: Roger Hill
- D.J.: Lynne Thigpen
- Policewoman: Mercedes Ruehl
- Gas Station Man: John Snyder
- Policeman in Park: Irwin Keyes
- Gang Leader on Subway Stairs (uncredited): Antone Pagán
- Policeman in Subway Station: Sonny Landham
- Fox (uncredited): Thomas G. Waites
- Turnbull A.C.: Johnny Barnes
- Gramercy Riff: George Lee Miles
- Sully: Paul Greco
- Lizzie (as Iris Alahanti): Iris Klein
- Police: Tony Clark
- gang member (uncredited): Robert Townsend
- Executive Producer: Frank Marshall
- Editor: Billy Weber
- Associate Producer: Joel Silver
- Producer: Lawrence Gordon
- Director: Walter Hill
- Editor: Freeman A. Davies
- Director of Photography: Andrew Laszlo
- Editor: Susan E. Morse
- Music: Barry De Vorzon
- Screenplay: David Shaber
- Editor: David Holden
- Novel: Sol Yurick
- Title Designer: Dan Perri
- Art Direction: Don Swanagan
- Art Direction: Robert Wightman
- Gimly: How do you review a movie like _The Warriors_? I’ve got a real short way for ya: _The Warriors_ is **the best** movie of the 1970s.
_Final rating:★★★★½ – Ridiculously strong appeal. I can’t stop thinking about it._
- John Chard: Can you dig it? Well actually yes Mr Hill, I bloody can!
During my schooling as a teenager there were a handful of films that it was deemed cool to love, The Wanderers, Scum, Quadrophenia and The Warriors, and it’s perhaps a weird thing to say… but I still feel here in my middle age that these are still cool films to be adored and cherished.
I have just sat through The Warriors again for about the hundredth time in my life, and it still entertains me as much now as it did back then, sure it’s dated, sure I see more cheese than I thought it had back then, but I also see a visually tight movie that actually delves interestingly into the lives and psyche of young gangers.
The plot is simple, all the gangs of New York City are called to a meeting where they are called to unite to take over the city, the leader of the gang known as The Riffs is a guy called Cyrus who is the one calling for the unity. He is shot and killed during the rally and The Warriors are wrongly framed for his murder. The Warriors then have to make their way back home to Coney Island with every gang in the city out to kill them, and also with the police hot on their tail as well. This journey is excellent as we are introduced to a number of gangs trying to get the better of The Warriors, the fights are well choreographed, the clothes are wonderful, and some of the dialogue is now teenage folklore.
The film was criticised on release for glamorising gangs, but I fail to see how this opinion was formed, if anything, when analysing the main characters, the film has a sad streak running through it. Be that as it may, the films triumph is getting the will of the viewer to hopefully see the unfairly tarnished Warriors make it home to Coney Island, which builds to the climax of the film that is both poignant and punch the air greatness. 8/10