Thursday, April 30, 2009

I Drink Your Blood



I Drink Your Blood
Directed by David E. Durston
Released: 1970
Starring Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury, Jadine Wong, Rhonda Fultz, George Patterson, Riley Mills, John Damon, Elizabeth Marner-Brooks, Iris Brooks
Running Time: 83 minutes

A teenage girl named Sylvia (played by Iris Brooks) gets violated by a gang of satanic hippies lead by their psychotic leader Horace (Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury). When her grandfather hears about it, he grabs his shotgun, and goes to teach these freaks a lesson. They beat him up and dose him with LSD. Sylvia’s little brother Pete (Riley Mills) has had enough of this bullshit and decides to get some payback for his family.

After shooting a mad dog, Pete takes some of its rabies-infected blood and injects it into meat pies (the local specialty) and sells them to the hippies. Horace and his gang go completely mental, attacking everyone in their path (including each other). Because rabies is also sexually transmittable (?), a gang of rabid constructions workers (who had a group thang with one of the hippie chicks) shows up in the town and complete chaos ensues.

Why oh why did I wait so long to watch this movie!?!? Director David E. Durston’s only contribution to horror is a very, very special one. His direction is delirious, the overacting cast is sweaty, the plot is loaded with pseudoscience, and the blood is flowing freely. Now prepare for deafness as the awesome soundtrack by Clay Pitts is a high pitched synth freakout. His score has one of the most outrageously irritating synthesizer drones ever recorded.

The Sons And Daughters Of Satan! These jokers make the Manson Family look like the von Trapps. Their only mistake is underestimating the potential for evil in young Pete who infects them with rabies without a clue what the consequences will be. Watching these grubby hippies guzzle down their rabies-infested meat pies is actually a pretty disgusting scene.

This is simply one of the most gleefully mad films I’ve ever seen. Once the satanic hippies start foaming at the mouth, I Drink Your Blood sets us up for a good old-fashioned slaughter and delivers the goods. Usually paired with the bland I Eat Your Skin for an uneven double feature, this film is one of those rare and wild grindhouse flicks from back in the day that actually delivers on its promises: sex, blood, and the power of Satan await you.

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