Melting Faces On The Rocks
What’s worse — drinking wine and watching your flesh literally turn into hot pudding, or your joystick falling off and a bunch of junkyard hobos playing keep away with it? If you’re a guy, I already know your answer.
All of this and more happens in the cult comedy horror classic, Street Trash (1987). This movie, about alcohol that melts you, people living in city dumps and some of the most stinkiest sex you’ll ever hope to not have, has this and more.
Brooklyn, New York. A liquor store owner finds a 60 year-old case of wine called Tenafly Viper. (Who wouldn’t drink that?) His client base is the homeless, so sit back and watch the crumpled bills flow like bum honey.
Within two seconds of consuming said Viper wine, your flesh liquifies, turns into a carnival of colors, and your drinking problem is solved forever. A frantic cop tries to solve the deaths, all the while a mentally unplugged Vietnam veteran, also living in the junkyard (I hear rents are quite affordable there), has formed a gang of junk thugs to rule the rubbish.
While it’s a face-pinching moment to see dumpster dames engage in garbage sex (I hear flies and maggots are aphrodisiacs in some junkyard countries), it’s when a hobo’s flesh flute falls off (not pictured — I just can’t), and people start throwing it around like a deflated Nathan’s Ballpark Frank™, that’ll have you questioning your taste in movies. (I’m exempt because I’m mentally unplugged.)
Insane, yet colorful gore. Melting hobos. Booze aplenty. Any questions?
February 18, 2018 at 5:51 pm
I’ve gotta see this one~! I love how the 60 year old wine bottle has a plastic pop bottle screw top! And Tenafly Viper? Probably the finest wine ever– from New Jersey
Man that is some nasty wine–amazing side effects. I once made a batch of elderberry wine. And aside from the bottles that exploded painting my basement floor purple, it was pretty good. And If you don’t count the case of the purple trotssix hours later, it was really good.
March 15, 2018 at 8:03 pm
I tried drinking wine once — it melted my neck.