The Warriors (1979) Video Store Action Heroes 4 x Walter Hill Movie Memories

Can you dig it!” Talk about a film that’s still as special now as the first day of my teenage life. The following nostalgic waffle will be about that cult classic gangbanger, The Warriors. Did it influence my life? Well I never had the urge to buy a maroon leather waist coat if that’s what you mean! Didn’t need to get gang colours painted for all to see. I’m a Lone Wolf you see. I guess on a practical level it taught me to run from barbaric looking gangs of lanky bone heads and dodgy looking death buses filled with crazed thugs. To keep away from dungaree wearing pansy ass punks hanging around toilet blocks! To stop and stand up against a bunch of face painted weirdo’s waving baseball bats. “I’m sick of runnin’ from these wimps anyhow!” Thinking about it, the film probably saved my life a bunch of times. Taught me to be wary of sweet looking girls asking to take this furry hunk home. Only to try and kiss me with razors and stab me up with switchblades. “Shit! The chicks are packed! The chicks are packed!“. Honestly there was probably countless times the teaching of The Warriors helped keep me alive and kicking. Even on a lesser note, I learnt to never miss a train!

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Director Walter Hill Interview With Marc Maron

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Marc Maron has a superb interview with another icon of film on his podcast WTF. This time it’s the brilliant action superstar director Walter Hill who made one of my all time favorite films from my teenage years, the classic The Warriors. When it comes to big action films Mr Hill smashes them out the park. You got The Driver with Ryan O’Neal and Bruce Dern , other big favourites are the swampy Southern Comfort with Powers Boothe and the recent wolfie watched mass assembled cast of Extreme Prejudice. Continue reading

First Blood (1982) & The Case Of The Moving Panties

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Well I just passed the Rambo banten on to my son. Having myself watched First Blood as a 13 year old. That special time had come. To pass the burning torch on to my boy, Kofi. Passing the flame of the Rambo origin story to the next generation.

I’m not going to do a post about First Blood as everyone knows all there is to know. However one thing sticks out, how could such an anti war film turn into such a macho warmonger machine? Don’t get me wrong I love those roided up sequels but just saying, that end emotional broken man speech scene from Sylvester Stallone really hits the heart strings ….. Anyhoo

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