Street Trash (1987)

Well, this film's trivia bit sums up the movie very nicely:Vic Noto (Bronson) was cast a day before principal photography commenced (less than 12 hours.) "I didn't know what the hell I was doing," he said, "nor did I EVER understand who Bronson was. I did scene by scene not even knowing what the movie was about. I didn't read the script until three months AFTER (the movie) was wrapped. I STILL don't know who Bronson was."This "movie" is all over the place and yet, still (mostly) works. It's also simultaneously intentionally and unintentionally funny and effective in scares, but that might just be me: decades-old, low budget horror has frightened me since I was a lad.Not sure what the intention of this film was, but they sure as hell crammed in a ton of ideas. An antihero bum, a crazy Vet and toxic alcohol all play central themes, but so does horrible rape, sexual harassment, a gangster vs. a comedian and tons and tons of both full-frontal male and female nudity.I guess the death drink is prime, though it only shows up for a fraction of the movie. Basically, a liquor store owner finds a carton of old liquor and without thought, sells it for a buck a pop (kinda low, even for mid-80s time) and within seconds of drinking, or even touching, the victim is reduced to the same fate as that toxic-gang member towards the end of Robocop (same summer as this film. Must've been a theme or fear of the time.)But, there are many more subplots as we really follow the antihero homeless man through many misadventures. It's thoroughly nuts and yet watchable. I seriously doubt anyone was serious here and they were, indeed, out to have a fun and humorous time despite the few, though effective, gore scenes. Recommended for die-hard trashy-80s low budget "horror-comedies," like Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, The Toxic Avenger and other Troma film fans. Though, unbelievably, this was shot much better than those other disturbing, but "fun," films.***Final thoughts: You show me full-frontal male nudity within seconds of the film opening, and you got me hooked. Nice touch, so to speak, to not just feature the gals.

First of all...sorry for my bad English Second... i think that the 90% of the so called cult films are not watchable Third this is not an all around review, just the expression of some of my thoughts about Street Trush So now that i made my statements lets cut to the cheese This movie is boring, i wonder how are people make it the whole 100 something minutes it lasts. Imho most of the people just jumped from scene to scene just to watch the silly gore... I admit there are some interesting aspects on the film, like the attempt of a social comment about how hypocritical are modern societies. But if fails due to the un-seriousness of the whole thing, of the stereotypes that it reproduces, and its general conservationism. And i wonder:Is it a comedy? Is it a horror film? Is it a film about the social injustice? Is it a kind of a sick snuff film? All the above?Whatever it is is not funny - Its not smart... its kind of random and i don't thing its creators had in mind -while shooting- of all of the meta-interpretations that the audience thought of- nor they intensively wanted to provoke such interpretations. I mean it was not meant to be the way it was interpreted. Some times this is a good thing - and maybe a part of the definition of cult-but not that time. - It is not scary... It is i admit kind of obscure and make you feel uncomfortable...even wonder if some of the actors are people in their right minds - The film looks like a day inside Donald Trump's mind meaning that it possibly reflect his views on the poor and the unfortunate3/10 because and not 1/10 just because of the obscurity

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.

Originally I assumed it was about a liquor store dealer trying to wipe out the parasitic hobos in the area. Admittedly I wasn't concentrating. Then I picked up the pieces - its about... a hobo who needs to learn to care about his hobo brother... I think. And to be honest, as far as horror goes, maybe my misinterpretation of what was going on was better? But this was far more comedy than horror, like far more "Pink Flamingos" than it is "Gremlins". And it has it's quirks. The meltdowns are impressive and colourfully so, which I wanted to hate initially. There is crass humour, crass was expected the humour not so much, so props to landing the jokes. Cinematography was surprisingly great, flowing effortlessly with constant awkward frames amplifying that awkward fluidity I was soaking up from this sad little story. But the characters were awful. Damn, were they awful. Who were we suppose to be watching? The first man we see turns out to be awful, so we assume not him. His brother is sweet but what a total naff, so not him. The cop could be a hero, but he boxes a hobo, so no. Then it turns out, yes, the first guy, and that kinda sucks. Taking everything into account: the story was lacking, the characters were shocking, the humour had some swings and hits, others were misses, the effects were fun - there is by no means a way of calling this a stellar film, and I wouldn't know when to recommend it that wouldn't feel like a bit of a waste of time but it's not the worst thing to come out of a bargain bin before.