The Warriors should be fucking ridiculous. Really look at any still from this movie, and you will see a bunch of skinny, half-naked backup dancers with giant hair trying to look hard as fuck in silly vests. It’s two steps away from being Tim Burton’s version of West Side Story, or Saturday Night Fever plus baseball bats. But for some reason, if those skinny backup dancers are standing in the blackest, dankest, dirtiest New York night with a pulsing, hypnotic seventies score behind them, they ARE hard as fuck, and you believe everything they say. The Warriors would murderize the Sharks and the Jets, and Maria would be so hot for Swan she’d forget all about Tony. The Warriors IS it’s atmosphere– the filthy dark city and that soundtrack are the extra members of the gang, and they are even meaner than Ajax. This is a movie with some pretty unsympathetic characters, a villain with no motivation, weak fight choreography, and plenty of plot holes, but you won’t give a shit while you’re watching it, because you’re gonna be too busy boppin’. The Warriors is as transporting a movie as exists, and everyone should see it.