No I can’t.
Attempted to watch the 1979 classic “The Warriors” last night. All I could think as I watched the bare chested boys from Coney Island with their little red vests flailing in the wind… is “That’s where EMO comes from.”
I tried, I really tried. Given the hype the game had, I figured hey – maybe this movie is a lost gem.
Thank God for Netflix. I haven’t seen a load of horseshit that big since Mr.Ed turned carnivore at the county fair. On the upside, now I know where the career of David Patrick Kelly began – and why he hasn’t done anything beyond picking most locks with a credit card and getting blowed up by Brandon Lee in The Crow.
I haven’t seen so much ambiguous garbage in my life. They should have put this thing on Broadway and called it West Side Story 3 – Jetting the Shark. I’m sure there’s some artistic merit here that I just don’t get, but what can I say… A turd is a turd and that film my dear friends… is one steaming whopper of a turd.
