You know you are in for a wild ride when two of the companies behind Street Trash are named Bloody Disgusting and Not The Funeral Home. From the first scene where a man gets dosed by a needle filled with a substance that glows in the dark and then leaks fluids from every orifice in his body while the lab technician on the other side of the glass just smiles, you know what you have signed up for. Pure repugnant entertainment.
Set in a future dystopian version of Cape Town, Sound Africa, the mayor of that not-so-fair city runs it with an iron fist. He has come up with a radical and permanent solution for dealing with the overabundant and militant homeless population. One of his plans is to create drones that cruise the run-down areas of the sprawling metropolis and spay the homeless with an aerosol version of the above-mentioned day glow substance. This plan is not his only one.
This sets up a showdown with the heroes of the day, a motley crew of homeless marauders. That brethren includes crack-addicted twins, a team leader that pimps himself out at a sex anonymous meeting to get money to go across the street to score drugs at a narcotics anonymous meeting and a tall emaciated looking fellow with an imaginary blue alien friend that occasionally whips it out and pees on his shoes. All that and a hand that you never see the body that is attached to it. Fun bunch.
It isn’t easy to make a really good bad film and Street Trash tries its absolute hardest to accomplish this difficult feat. The gore is outrageous in its overabundant presentation and the absurd banter between the main protagonists that stitches everything else together runs from the hilarious to the impenetrable. This is all delivered by some of the most wooden acting you will ever see. This is a cult movie just out looking for a cult to follow it and you never know it might be right up your alley.
Street Trash is available now on Digital, including Prime Video, Apple TV, YouTube & Google Play.
Rob Hudson
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