Up, up, up the depravity: Street Trash (1987)

Right folks, chug the last of that Tenafly Viper and let's get anarchic. We're talking Street Trash, a gooey, icky, melty, mucky slice of New York underground filmmaking.

Filled with iconic gore effects and dubious character choices, the big question is: is it any good? We'll tell you, slowly over the course of 90ish minutes.

Also, drinking stories.

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