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A mad journey into the mind of the depraved!

A mad journey into the mind of the depraved!
Recommended for devolved primates only!

Friday, March 13, 2015


         "Fuck you. Gimme a bottle of booze, here's my dollar, suck my dick!"

 STREET TRASH basically feels like a Troma movie that Troma didn't make except better than that. It exists in a world(1980's Brooklyn) populated by disgusting bums who will knife you over a bottle of cheap booze. The lowlife population are so caked with filth that they often appear to be more zombie-like than human. There's the crazy Vietnam casualty who seems to be the leader of all these creeps named Bronson in an inversion of ol' Charlie's heroic persona and there's also a couple of halfway decent bums to even things out and add some drama. The main villain here though, pushing things over into the goopy/melty 80's horror movie genre started by stuff like EVIL DEAD in '81, is a case of Viper-brand hooch which when consumed turns folks into very colorful piles of what looks like various flavors of toxic ice-cream left out in the summer sun. There's some amazing standout scenes like the surly black gentleman who none-too-subtly shoplifts at a supermarket by jamming chickens and whole melons down his pants, there's a castration scene where an absurd game of keep-away breaks out involving his chopped-off cock, a rape scene that gets the mob involved with the plot turning it momentarily into a mafia flick and all sorts of bum-fighting ridiculousness. Probably as close to the perfect exploitation as the goofy-ass 80's got.

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