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lifted from the rousing keynoteThe Warriors underworld figurehead Cyrus delivers before being shot to death.
The album pines for the lost spirit of the burned-out, provincial, pre-gentrification city.
Its a quintessentially baby-Gen-X worldview, longing for cultural rituals that died on the altar of connectivity.
HisWarriorsstrikes the same knotty balance between reverence and corrective reassessment as a modern Disney remake.
The approach undercuts the grimy male gaze of the novel that trickled down into the film.
Perhaps anticipating a whiff of suspicion post-Scuttlegate,Warriorsis top-heavy with cameos from rap royalty.
Derailed is Lin-Manuel qua Lin-Manuel, disparate parts moving in a mechanical and complementary precision.
(The purview of Davis is just as valuable here.
But the furtherWarriorsstrays from this home base, the weedier of a listen it becomes.
The story feels almost reverse-engineered to bolster the musical travelogue.
Its a genius program of the genres deliciously manic pacing.
Its an exhilarating reversal, an imitation of an imitation of an imitation.
Sol Yurick stressed that there was nothing for his men to return to after their raids.
They referred to their homes as prisons.
He also didnt write a corporeal villain.
His figurehead gets clapped because the sight of the police in the Bronx makes itchy hotheads smell a setup.
A lack of trust sets off a Rube Goldberg machines worth of misdirection.
The trials of the Warriors linger in our thoughts because so little has changed.
you could still catch hell from the police for a crime you didnt commit.
Teasing out a genuinely motivational message from this miserable state of affairs is a Herculean Cyrusian?
task Miranda seems uniquely bioengineered for.
But inWarriors,he meets a story that makes his sunny-siding tendencies itch.
Spreading out notable rapper cameos mightve gone a long way.
(Its a missed opportunity thatWarriorsisnt packed with prominent women in New York hip-hops past and present.
Put Young MA in the Bizzies, give Ice Spice a Bronx crew, have fun!)
Its the apotheosis of optimism, your archetypal big-picture Lin-Manuel Miranda resolution.
The yuppies-to-be in the film are spooked by the sight of rock bottom.
The newWarriorscant resist squeezing a kumbaya out.
(You miss theShotyou dont take.)
You simply cant order the sandwich without the cheese.
