Nine unemployed youths wearing snazzy vests take public transportation in this 1970s musical. Strange thing about The Warriors, there's an awful lot of running and dancing, but very little singing. Anyway, they probably should have called this movie The Baseball Furies because everyone likes them best, even though they're kind of the baseball bat-wielding, makeup-wearing mimes of the violent gang criminal underground.
Speaking of trying to bop your way to Coney Island, I'm catching a flight in the morning to the City to catch the Coney Island Film Festival. See you next week.