In an exclusive story for the NY Post, Rich Calder writes:

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For those of us who grew up in 70s Brooklyn, the New York City depicted in The Warriors wasn't that far-fetched. Sure, there weren't marauding gangs dressed as baseball players or mimes (as far as we know) but the 1979 cult classic didn't need to rely on movie magic to create the post-apocalyptic look of a lot of the Big Apple back then. 

Fast-forward to 2015. Coney Island looks very different now, but the love for The Warriors has only gotten stronger. Rolling Stone joined most of the cast members that made up the gang, as they reunited on the Q Train on September 13th to take one last ride home together, where hundreds waited at a fan-organized event. 

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We're very proud to announce our Call For Entries for the 6th annual edition of AoBFF — the only film festival in the world for, by and about Brooklyn-centric films and filmmakers. We are accepting films via FilmFreeway and Withoutabox and have extended our low-priced Early Bird rates all the way to October 31st. 

Our Screening Panel of industry pros watches every single film we get. Not every festival does that, but it's important for us to let filmmakers know their work is being taken seriously. We have a lot of great stuff planned for 2016 but it all starts with Brooklyn's best new indie films. So enter yours today!

According to 'Parisian Mash-up Whiz' Antonio Maria Da Silva, his mind-bogglingly cool new video occurs in "a place where all fictional characters meet. Outside of time, outside of all logic, this place is known as HELL'S CLUB, but this club is not safe."

Watch multiple screen versions of Tom Cruise, Al Pacino, Ewan McGregor, John Travolta, and so many more mix and mingle in a Superdisco bathed in red light. The Star Wars universe jockeys for dance floor space with the Terminator while Austin Powers looks on from the bar. Scarface meets Carlito as the Butabi brothers cut a rug.

And since Saturday Night Fever is heavily featured in this mashup masterpiece, we're claiming it all happened in Brooklyn... and you can't prove it didn't. Nobody can.