Gather 'round, seekers of the strange, the forgotten, and the downright filthy. Welcome to *The Trash Guru*, a sacred refuge for the lost souls of cinema—the weirdos, the degenerates, the dreamers. If you’re looking for Oscar bait or polite discourse on the latest prestige drama, turn back now. But if your heart beats faster at the sight of a battered VHS case, a midnight movie that smells of stale popcorn and cigarette smoke, or a film so bizarre it feels like it was smuggled in from another dimension—then, my friend, you’re in the right place.
Here, we honor the gutter saints: the drive-in darlings, the straight-to-video savages, the arthouse outcasts, and the no-budget lunatics who burned celluloid in the name of something greater (or, at least, stranger). Each week, I, *The Trash Guru*, will emerge from my cinematic crypt to unearth these forgotten gems, the movies that make you question reality—and your own taste. So grab a greasy bucket of popcorn, dust off that old VCR, and prepare for a deep dive into the deranged and the divine.
Cinema is dead. Long live the trash.
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