d. David E. Durston (1970)
From the sensational title down, this fun and fast moving film is not
what you’d call family viewing, but the
violence - a severed foot, a severed hand, a severed head - a stabbing where
some guts falls out of the hole - is almost quaint, relying on unconvincing
paper mache body parts and chunks of raw liver. Despite this, it has a
reputation as a nasty film, perhaps because its main plot point is that a child
injects meat pies with the dirty blood of a rabid dog in order to get his own
back on the Satan worshipping hippies who raped his sister and made his
granddad take LSD. That's the most unsavoury sentence I have ever written.
The Satan worshipping hippies are a multiracial Mansonesque group of
scumbags who travel around backwoods America in a smelly black van stealing,
squatting and spreading STDs. They’re despicable and cruel people who, in their
desire to be utterly free, oppress everybody they come across, including rats, which they hunt down and kill with great
glee and sadistic violence. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t condone
infecting anyone with a fatal disease but, in this case, they more than deserve
it. Justice is a fickle thing, however, as the rabies doesn’t kill them straight
away, instead turning them into dribbling kill and sex crazy zombie death bombs,
staggering about biting people and spreading the infection like wildfire. Like
all hippies, rabid or otherwise, they retain a great fear of running water, and
this comes in handy for the few beleaguered residents that they haven’t managed
to nibble on, include the ingenious lad who put the poison in the pie in the
first place. Let’s hope somebody calls the army or, at the very least, the dog
pound.
Obviously cheap but well made, with some surprisingly good
performances, I Drink Your Blood is trashy, and not exactly
nice, but neither is it nasty, so pantomimic and gleeful is it in its mayhem
and gore. I really enjoyed it, but then there’s something wrong with me.
Fact.
A special note about the film’s earthy synthesizer score, which is
smeared all over and is completely off the chain. It was written and performed
by Clay Pitts, who usually worked on Christian rock records and was clearly not
a man afraid to diversify. Good work, Clay.
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