Street Trash (1987)
Back of the box...
“Out of the multi-colored slime bubbles STREET TRASH—the most squeamishly funny gore-fest since ‘Re-Animator’! Splattering the screen with critically-acclaimed special effects and a gruesome sense of humor, STREET TRASH is going to shock you silly. . . just for the fun of it.
THere’s mayhem on ‘Skid Row’! Derelicts, winos, ‘psychos’ and bums have staked out their territory in neighboring junkyards on the mean streets of Brooklyn. Here they live out a miserable existence, doing battle with bottle as well as each other.
In between the senseless slayings, these low-lives drown themselves with anything they can get their lips on. When the local spirit shop has a ‘liquidation’ sale on the mysterious ‘Tenafly Viper’ for only a dollar a bottle, bums beat down the door. But unknown to them, the sauce is spiked, and before they can get ‘destroyed’—they are! One by one the Street Trash explode in technicolor meltdowns that must be seen to be believed! You could say Viper gives ‘more bang for your buck’! Sound gross? It is. But you’ll be blown away by STREET TRASH!"
Director: Jim Muro
Starring: Mike Lackey, Bill Chepil, Vic Noto
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“‘Eraserhead’ meets ‘Night of the Living Dead’ on the set of ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’” This is the box quote and none of it is true. A better idea of this movie can be taken directly from writer Roy Frumkes himself who was quoted as saying, “I wrote it to democratically offend every group on the planet,” and we’d say he did.
Part of the horror sub-genre known as “melt movies” along with the likes of Slime City (1988) and The Incredible Melting Man (1977), Street Trash is absolutely disgusting and horribly offensive and it’s all in the name of comedy. Whether you’re watching a bum melt, a game of keepaway played with a man’s severed penis, or a drunken semi-conscious woman being abducted and raped, it’s all played for laughs.
Street Trash is:
1 part melt-horror about a bottle of booze called “Tenafly Viper” that’s way passed its “sell by” date.
2 parts homeless misadventure and antics
A splash of police investigation
A twist of romance
Served up in a toilet bowl
Garnished with a knife made of bone & an onion
This is a fucked up movie. It pulls no punches, is meant to offend, and we love it for that. With that said, watch at your own risk.
Stick around for the end credits to see the conclusion to our favorite characters story lines: the Doorman and the Wannabe Gangster Nick Duran. While you’re there, be sure to listen as gangster Nick Duran interprets a certain Sinatra standard, “We Do Things My Way” and serenades you into the fade to black.