Gary Boyer

Gary Boyer pops up in Street Trash (2024), a wild ride of a film that genuinely doesn’t care about playing it safe. Set in the grimiest corners of the city, the story gets rolling when a batch of toxic booze hits the streets. Not your average “bad night out,” either—this stuff literally melts people from the inside out. It’s gross, it’s weirdly funny, and, honestly, it’s kind of hard to look away. The film doesn’t shy away from chaos, with all sorts of oddballs and down-on-their-luck characters stumbling through alleyways, junkyards, and sketchy liquor stores, chasing their next fix and, unknowingly, their own doom. Gary Boyer finds himself tangled in all this madness, navigating a landscape where everyone’s desperate, nobody’s really safe, and the city itself feels like a living, breathing (and rotting) thing. There’s a sharp, dark sense of humor running through everything—one minute you’re cringing, the next you’re laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all. The film leans into its sleazy vibe so hard it almost becomes endearing, refusing to apologize for any of its nastiness. If you’re into cult horror with a heavy side of social satire, Street Trash is the kind of movie that sticks to your brain, oozing with grotesque energy and a weird charm that’s hard to shake.