I DRINK YOUR BLOOD may be most well-known for being half of one of the most famous double bills in drive in history; its partner was “I Eat Your Skin.” Haven’t seen that one (I don’t think) but I sure as hell have seen I DRINK YOUR BLOOD. And I have to say, I am a better person for it. IDYB is an exploitation classic, a vintage grindhouse/drive-in blood soaker that nabbed, as I recall, an initial X rating. The movie kicks off with pretty R-rated Satanic shenanigans, complete with what I’m pretty positive is a real chicken throat-slitting. I’m not real fond of that part since I raise pet ornamental chickens, but that’s my personal thing; I’m not taking taking moral umbrage at the sequence. It is what it is. At any rate, we get going gonzo with the Satanic hippies at church sequence, then the assholes invade a dying and very small town and, well, act like assholes. But beating up a kid’s grampa and raping his sister (I think) will piss a kid off enough to lash out. And this kid in this movie strikes back creatively. He kills a rabid dog and extracts some of its blood. This he injects it into some of the meat pies his family store makes and makes sure the evil hippies get those when they come around for their daily meal. They’re tired of meat pies at this point and especially don’t relish the thought of them for breakfast, but gosh darnit, it’s all the store has, or so the kid tells them. At any rate, the kid’s plan works, but it pretty much takes down the town with it. This raging climax is what the viewer has been in anticipation of from the beginning. This isn’t, in the end, an occult movie, though Satan worshippers are the baddies. This is a revenge run amok kind of thing and the movie is a one-of-a-kind sorta movie. The hippies, men and women, black and white, go nuts and start foaming at the mouth (it’s gross and hilarious) and roaming around eating animals, biting people and just generally causing bloodshed and mayhem. The climactic half hour of I DRINK YOUR BLOOD is a frenzy of violence, a delirium of dismemberment and decapitation. The smattering of preceding violence was but a hint, a taste of the microapocalypse to come. While the rest of the world goes on, a small town bites the dust in epic fashion. Epic for a small town and a drive-in picture anyway. Whatever, this is a movie whose cult status is rightfully deserved.
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