When a liquor store owner finds a case of "Viper" in his cellar, he decides to sell it to the local hobos at one dollar a bottle, unaware of its true properties. The drinks causes its ... See full summary »
One morning a young man wakes to find a small, disgusting creature has attached itself to the base of his brain stem. The creature gives him a euphoric state of happiness but in return demands human victims.
A man decides to turn his moribund life around by winning back his ex-girlfriend, reconciling his relationship with his mother, and dealing with an entire community that has returned from the dead to eat the living.
When a liquor store owner finds a case of "Viper" in his cellar, he decides to sell it to the local hobos at one dollar a bottle, unaware of its true properties. The drinks causes its consumers to melt, very messily. Two homeless lads find themselves up against the effects of the toxic brew, as well as going head to head with "Bronson" a Vietnam vet with sociopathic tendencies, and the owner of the junkyard they live in. Written by
The producers were unsuccessful in getting product sponsorship for the film. The only company that was interested was the manufacturer of Drakes Cakes, which would send the cast and crew a box of snacks every week. By the end of the three-month shoot, everyone had eaten enough of the snacks that when it came time to make the scene where the fat bum explodes, the fake stomach was filled with boxes and boxes of Drakes Cakes. See more »
I saw this movie as soon as it hit video in 1987, mainly because it didn't get a distributor as far south as Dallas, Texas, where I grew up (I was lucky to have seen "Re-Animator" at the UA cinema, a great movie house that I really miss -- they had the balls to show unrated flicks, only one of two in the Dallas area who DID, yet "Street Trash" was never even released down there, as far as I know). I was a little gore-hound who read "Fangoria" religiously -- I considered being a makeup artist; we all have our youthful dreams -- and "Street Trash" had such glowing reviews and inside scoops in the magazine that I was hyped to see it. And it was everything I was lead to believe it would be. I was totally blown away by the sheer imagination that was put on screen! Jennifer Aspinall (whatever happened to her?) did a bang-up job on those incredible special makeup effects, albeit on a shoestring budget, obviously. All the bladders and exploding bits had to have been a real bitch to pull off, but it was done, and admirably. The "acting," with the exception of James Lorinz, was as expected in a no-budget movie; and the plot is really more a series of loosely-interconnected vignettes, mainly just set-ups for visceral thrills (or, as George Romero puts it, "Grand Guignol"). This is, by no means, a condemnation of the film, for, after all, when one sees a movie like this, one WANTS to see the gore -- I know I did! I actually can't speak highly enough of "Street Trash;" it's one of the few of its genre that was able to transcend its shortcomings (thinking of the flying penis scene, perhaps you'll excuse that turn of phrase) and be delightfully entertaining and frenetically silly, much like the aforementioned "Re-Animator." I've never seen another movie like it, and I've looked. This is a truly one-of-a-kind film. It is not, I must admit, for sensitive, easily-offended people, but then again, if one of them watches this I'd have to ask them what the hell they thought they were getting in the FIRST place -- just looking at the box should tell them what sort of movie it is! A really wonderful low-budget film, this, and one that, sadly, couldn't be made today.
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