Another thing that won’t be the same without Johnny Manziel: Cinema Wasteland in Strongsville, April 1, 2 and 3.

Cleveland is probably now facing its own destruction at the hands of political rioters at the upcoming Republican National Convention. Police are militarizing, any downtown merchants left who sense the approaching violence are closing up and planning to move far away into the suburbs (preferably suburbs of some other city), and many early refugees are scrambling to jump the border into Canada or Mexico before the Wall goes up.

Looks like hosting the RNC wasn’t such a bright idea after all. If only it had been replaced in this dying city’s drive for recognition by something more benign and socially positive. Like the Adult Video News awards. Or a summer encore of the Cleveland Comic-Con, where the slave-Leia cosplayers would not have been under such heavy fur parkas.

Or, if it could be enticed out of Strongsville, the twice-yearly Cinema Wasteland movie/exploitation/nostalgia convention (but good luck with that; Strongsville is as much a part of Cinema Wasteland as Las Vegas is the AVN show).

Yes, President-Elect Trump orders you to attend Cinema Wasteland. “It’s going to be yuuuuuge!” he says.

31 Days of Halloween 2013: Street Trash (October 19th at the Capitol Theatre)

[STREET TRASH screens Saturday October 19th at the Capitol Theatre as part of 12 Hours of Terror. Event starts at 8:00 pm and goes until 8:00 am the next morning.]

Review by R.J. Justavick

Long before he became the Steadicam operator du jour for the likes of Martin Scorsese, Jim Cameron and Oliver Stone, James Muro was known to fans of the horror genre for a film a little less highbrow. Muro, along with screenwriter Roy Frumkes, crafted a film about booze...bad booze.

Now, admission time. I haven't seen this movie in over  twenty years, so while I can hit the generalities of the plot and certainly some of the key scenes in the movie, I can in no way get into anything more subtle than that. Honestly, with a movie titled STREET TRASH, I’m pretty sure subtlety is out the window anyway. So, rather than review it, I just want to give a little love to probably the most obscure movie playing the Cleveland Cinemas 12 Hours of Terror.