Evan Eaton’s review published on Letterboxd:
Alright boppers, boys and girls, today we’re coming in loud and hard with Walter Hill’s most funky, most groovy 70s joint The Warriors. Can I dig it? I most definitely can, but that won’t stop the carnival of pests in vests seeming a damn sight too goofy for my tastes, if you know what I’m saying. Lines are as dialled up as the times are riled up, and if it wasn’t for the presence of the one and only David Patrick Kelly, there’s no doubt in my mind I’d be skipping straight on to another station. Hill’s eye for pantomime set-pieces and stylish scene transitions sure pack some heat, keeping our colourful brothers in arms from being wasted entirely, but don’t let these bright lights fool you, any flexes of a decent narrative are few and far between the various suburbs of New York City. This cult classic might well be a 70s entry, but ultimately, it‘s just too 80s for its own damn good.