The Warriors is considerably better than I expected it to be, both technically and stylistically. During a New York gang conference, The Warriors are framed for the assassination of Cyrus, a unifying warlord. Every gang, from The Baseball Furies to The Gramercy Riffs, wants to waste them as they trek back home to Coney Island. It's a simple chase movie with flamboyant characters, tight pacing, and a dreadful, heavy and menacing atmosphere. I love that back-story and elaboration are largely ignored in favour of highly focussed action and snappy progression. The end result is a bare-knuckle, no-nonsense adventure that knows precisely where its strengths lie. Thorougly entertaining from beginning to end!
I was recently asked to put together a programme of cult films for a local indie cinema. It didn’t come to anything, but the first film on my list was The Warriors.
This is a proper urban odyssey—Homer by way of the New York subway. The gang’s journey from the Bronx to Coney Island (a route now steeped in cinematic legend) still feels like nothing else. Stylised, surreal, and strangely hypnotic, it’s one of those films that sticks in your brain long after the credits roll.
When The Warriors aired on Moviedrome nearly 30 years ago, it caused a proper stir. Everyone at college was talking about it the next day. It felt raw, mythic, and utterly unique—a film that turned late-night TV into something close to a communal event.
Having just returned from New York—jet-lagged and slightly ruined by the city’s endless subway stairs (seriously, New York, ever heard of escalators?)—I felt the urge to revisit it, especially after walking through Riverside Park, where that iconic gang conclave scene was filmed.
Out of tiredness, I watched it on a streaming service this time rather than digging out my copy. Maybe it was my sleep-deprived brain, but it felt like a different cut altogether. The DJ narrator, usually the film’s framing device, barely showed up. And the soundtrack, once dripping with style, felt oddly muted—pared back to the bare bones. The magic was still there but dulled. Still, The Warriors remains firmly in cult classic territory.
It’s not as violent as you’d expect—it’s more about atmosphere, style, and that mythic sense of survival. There’s a gritty glamour to it that UK audiences have always lapped up. The idea of gangs in matching outfits prowling a city that never sleeps? Exotic, strange, and weirdly cool.
But watching it now, nearly 50 years on—and fresh off the actual subway, which has barely changed—it loses some of that otherworldly sheen. What once felt like a fever dream now hits closer to reality. Still, for all its flaws, it’s a film with swagger and still iconic.
I have watched this film many a time and never disappointed. In essence it's quite a straight forward story line, easy watch and enjoyable.
It may not be everyone's cup of tea but there are elements within the film that make it unique and worthy film to any collection.
Swan the main character is a decent actor with some depth, and looks right for the role of leader of the Warriors.
Yes there maybe better films than 'The Warriors' and maybe its stuck in the 70's but I think it's worth a watch.