Street Trash (1987)

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Blistering performances.

OK I bought this movie because it was highly rated as a good cheesy horror movie. It's not. There is a fine line between good cheesy horror and just plain stupid. No one even gets chewed in the movie, just a half dozen bums who drink this liquor then melt. The entire time I was waiting for the movie to "get going" as in lots of carnage but it never did. It is punctuated with this retarded guy from Vietnam who has flashbacks and is just plain weird. Granted there are a few funny parts in the movie and a few funny deaths but they are few and far between. If you really want good cheesy horror and just an all around good movie check these out in order:1. The Return of the Living Dead 2. Dead Alive 3. Dawn of the Dead 4. Black Sheep 5. UndeadThe above movies are insane, they will have you rolling laughing but they engage you. The point is that the above movies set out with the premise that they are over the top and ridiculous. Street Trash tries to have some plot and be serious and fails miserably.

Two derelict brothers struggle to survive in an automobile junkyard that's ruled by dangerously deranged Vietnam veteran Bronson (fiercely played with fearsome intensity by Vic Noto). In addition, a batch of toxic hooch causes anyone unfortunate enough to drink it to melt into hideous gooey puddles.Director Jim Muro makes great use of the grimy junkyard main location, maintains a blithely sordid and warped tone throughout, and pulls out the show-stopping stops for several spectacularly messy and revolting over-the-top gore set pieces. Better still, Muro and screenwriter Roy Frumkes obdurately refuse to sentimentalize the homeless characters who populate this movie; these bums for the most part are quite vile, mean, and despicable. The uncompromising pitch-black humor pulls zero punches: We've got uproariously ultra-offensive jokes about rape, shoplifting, and necrophilia as well as an unforgettable sequence involving a game of toss with a severed penis. Moreover, it's acted with considerable zest by an enthusiastic cast: Jane Arakawa adds plenty of spunk as the feisty Wendy, Bill Chepil cuts a formidable figure as brutish cop Bill, Pat Ryan contributes a hilarious turn as irate junkyard owner Frank Schnizer, and James Lorinz steals every scene he's in as a smartaleck doorman. David Sterling's fluid and vibrant cinematography boasts loads of neat smooth and sinuous gliding Steadicam shots. A supremely scuzzy treat.

STREET TRASH is one of the better known, zero budget B-movies of the 1980s. It has that reputation thanks to a series of incredibly splattery effects scenes in which homeless people melt from the inside out in spectacular displays of multi-coloured goo. Sadly, these excellent effects scenes are absolutely the only thing the film has going for it, and otherwise it's a complete dud.The viewer is forced to sit through endless and unending scenes of sub-par comedy involving various street characters and their machinations. The opening chase scene is high energy but everything else falls flat, particularly the lowbrow attempts at comedy. There doesn't really seem to be much of a script to speak of, and the acting is strictly amateur. Those special effects are grand indeed, but there aren't enough of them to sustain the running time, and like the Australian flick BODY MELT, this is all effects and no substance.

Rape, death, madness and exploding hobos in a garbage dump! This is one of those special rare films that only come around once in a while, a film that is so excellent at being horrible that it's just horribly wonderful! Okay, so firstly what I love the most about this movie is how grungy and s****y everything looks, as well as that classic old 80's gritty atmosphere that kind of makes films like this a time capsule of sorts. I feel so cosy watching a picture set in the midst of such scurf rot and moral and spiritual decay, never mind why(!) It is a rather unfocused effort, but the first time I watched it, it nevertheless managed to greatly impress me with its nasty charm. It's campy and cheesy but I get the impression that's intentional, and I think that even if you have seen it a couple of times it's kind of tricky to put into words what exactly this film is about. I guess it's a horror comedy adventure along the lines of Frankenhooker, Toxic Avenger, Brain Damage, films of that nature that take place in the grimy underbelly of the big bad city with some manner of fantastical macabre element thrown in to add to the madness. There's sort of themes of social and urban decay, chaos overcoming order, all very in your face and over-the-top, and very-very cool! It could easily have been nothing but a real plain and dull poor joke of a picture, but to me even though it goes to some pretty extreme and unpleasantly ugly territory, it actually ends up being something that's to a degree, almost lovable. And that's a real specific talent, to be able to maintain a film that has so many elements and visuals and coming out succeeding with something that no matter how you digest it, sounds ridiculous. It's not a movie that's meant to be taken seriously, the director wasn't trying to make an award-winning masterpiece, he was just trying to make something with a lot of outrageous flair and a lot of crazy makeup effects designed to disturb the viewer's sensibilities, and boy do they ever.. Both unbelievable and shocking at the same time, it features some of the most insanely gruesome sight gags you'll ever see splattered to the screen, and the real stars are all the meltdown death scenes. What the first victim of the Viper ends up looking like as he dissolves into the toilet bowl is very similar to Belial from Basket Case! You know you're in for a fun crazy time when you're movie has an opening act like that! There's almost a surreal quality about those scenes. I don't wanna say corny, but there's definitely something unreal and manic about it that you believe because..well, if you're gonna accept the notion of killer Viper whisky, well then you're gonna accept what happens when you swig it! And the makeup effects while you do see the age of them, they still work and are excellent for the zany dark tone of the story. There wasn't any 'almighty' CGI back then, and they had to have had some major creativity involved to have accomplished everything that is seen. Everyone who kicks the bucket goes out with such a viscerally beautiful bang that brings a little cheery colour to their gloomy sordid little world, it's like the freaking Fourth of July!!! It's funny how the only real vibrancy and colour is the melts. They really took all of that Trash and made some 'high art!' ::: Aside from the awesome gory bits there are plenty of interesting interactions between the characters to keep one interested. There aren't exactly any real good guys in this movie, just some who are less scumbags than others. Everyone's either a bum, a creep or a psycho including the cops! Even the film itself doesn't seem to know who it's supposed to like, let alone who I am. I loved the fat evil b*****d who's the boss of the junkyard, it cracked me up just listening to the way the guy talked! There's a big scary m*****f****r named Bronson who got screwed up real bad in 'Nam and who rules the bums of the junkyard with an iron fist from his trash-heap throne, but who still manages to find the time to wander into the streets to kill a yuppie or two every now and then! Vic Noto went all the way with his performance and made his insane character believable and not cartoony, which could've been the result. And how about that female bumette, looking so totally wretched and wild-eyed, man that actress got into it! I also loved the beautiful Mark Sferazza's sweet little character who if I may try to make a lame attempt to sound artsy for a second, I believe represented the film's tiny spark of innocence. There are some goods things in this flick, there are some bad, but I think you can see the sweat, passion and soul that's poured into each frame. It's not pretentious, it knows exactly what it is and just tries to do its own thing and delivers in the way that it's intended to, and I love it. Right on Street Trash, you stupidly great gross movie! I'd really like to finish with my favourite bit of dialogue, please: "You think I got it easy, and you got it tough? See, that's what you think! You think, that's what you think! When you think right, then you'll understand, and when I tell ya, then ya thinking' ain't gonna be so right! I think you're ready, I think the anvil's hot, and I'm gonna tell it to ya, and when you know the truth, you're on your own pal!!!"