Coney Island street gang The Warriors are forced to find their way home through enemy turf when they are framed for the murder of a rival gang leader. Director Walter Hill, who would go on to make Southern Comfort and 48 Hrs, directs this macho punch-fest with gritty elan. Who can forget the taunt "Warriors, come out to play..."?
David Patrick Kelly
When Cyrus, the leader of New York's biggest street gang, declares a truce, every gang worth telling are invited to the Bronx for a secret meeting.
His intentions are made clear when he proposes they all stop fighting each other and instead join forces in the fight against the NYPD for control of the city.
But for The Warriors, the opportunity of a city-wide allegiance is short lived as a madman shoots Cyrus and blames it on the Coney Island gang.
Now with a price on their heads, The Warriors face a desperate fight to get home as every other gang in their path try to get their hands on a piece of the reward.
This raw cult classic was blamed at the time for inciting street violence even though most of the cast are dancers rather than actors - a deliberate move by director Walter Hill, who is more interested in choreographed movement here than explicit violence.
The result is a host of memorable fight scenes that feel real - there's no gore just for the sake of it or corny A-team sound effects for every punch.
And it's refreshing to see someone stay down when they're hit rather than the usual two-dimensional characters that take a severe battering and emerge with nothing more than a fat lip.
Your knuckles will bleed with tension as the gritty depiction of New York street life is encapsulated by pulsating performances and a pounding soundtrack.