This was the first Andy Warhol-Paul Morrissey film I ever saw; the shock value wears off a bit after a while, but its boldness and uniqueness never do. "Trash" will probably offend anyone who's not prepared for it, with its full-frontal nudity, close-ups of needles entering veins and a scene of a woman who replaces the impotent hero with a beer bottle as her sexual companion (!), but the dialogue (which seems to have been written on the spot) has a ring of authenticity and Joe Dallesandro walks around in a constant stupor so utterly convincingly that it's hard to believe he wasn't actually "on" something when this was being filmed! But be warned: the script is non-existent and the transitions from one scene to another are often very abrupt. (**)
