I've always had a soft spot for urban paranoia films of the seventies, perhaps because I grew up in Flint during the seventies. This brief scene from John Carpenter's Assault on Precinct 13 has some uncanny parallels with the old hometown. The low-budget thriller's advertising materials do a nice job of summing up the plot: "A cop with a war on his hands. His enemy...an army of street killers. His only ally...a convicted murderer."