Streets of Fire

The movie is right on the rock & roll, but the alternative time and place are mysteriously convincing -- especially if, like me, you believe the most beautiful post-war American cars were Studebakers.

Unsuccessful, but very striking.

Though a failure at the box-office when released, it has aged well and doesn't look that bad when viewed today.

Walter Hill directs the hell out of this and there are more people in the cast who understand the assignment than do not. But boy do the ones who blow it, along with some second-tier songs from Jim Steinman, render this one of Hill's weaker efforts.

Not only is it the greatest opening sequence of Hill’s career, it’s the greatest opening in film history, period.

Streets of Fire is the most innovative, ground-breaking film to be seen this year outside of the Coppola stable.

The fact that the dialogue is deliberately over-the-top doesn't make it any easier to digest. On the other hand, the visuals are pretty groovy.

Through the most unlikely of circumstances, Streets of Fire has continued to endure as a cult classic; a retro-contemporary noir-musical filled with memorable visuals and catchy rock ballads.

'...the real star is the retro production design and the film's deliberately dated MTV look...

An extravagantly stylized pulp burlesque that is at once an objectively lousy picture and just about the coolest damn thing I've ever seen.