We’ve toyed with the gleefully offensive movies of our youth, but all such roads lead to this: Street Trash. Here we are, in our mid-30s, taking notes about Street Trash, which you may remember as just a “melt movie” but is actually more like a Robert Altman film with alcohol poisoning, with its sprawling cast of repellent characters involved in petty and stupid activities for much of its midsection until they realize, oh yeah, people have to melt.