John and I watched The Warriors over the weekend, which is easily one of the best late '70s pseudo-futuristic film about New York gang warfare inspired by Greek mythology ever made, especially when the gang members look like this:
The story is simple: The Warriors, a gang from Coney Island, find themselves stuck in the Bronx with every other gang in the city on their trail after they've been wrongly fingered as the outfit behind the murder of a popular and powerful gang leader. They spend the entire film trying to navigate the streets and the subway system home to Coney, with a few thousand enemies hot on their trail.
This is the kind of movie that's so gratuitously violent and misogynist that it has to be taken with a grain of salt. It also helps that you're rooting for a group of gang members from Coney Island throughout the movie. It serves as an example of a film that - if released today - would have a completely softer and more politically correct tone.
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