Review of I Drink Your Blood (1971) by Justin H — 13 Feb 2009

Every once in awhile, I'll come across a film that completely defies my expectations. With "I Drink Your Blood," I was expecting something along the same lines of staggeringly hilarious incompetence as, say "Weasels Rip My Flesh." (And not the Zappa one.) What I found was, all things considered, something surprisingly well-made.

I think what most threw me off was the mention of zombies in the synopsis; there aren't any. The rabies-infested people are all capable of running, using tools, and sometimes even speech. Furthermore, they aren't undead. This doesn't make the concept any less ludicrous, however. I mean...a kid finds and shoots a random rabid dog and injects its blood into a batch of his sister's meat pies, to give to the Satanic cult that's moved into an abandoned hotel in retribution for those cultists giving his grandfather a hit of LSD...that's like five different flavors of absurd.

The budget was tiny, leading to effects that ranged from laughable to pretty impressive, considering the circumstances. The acting and script were more solid than I'd anticipated, but still left plenty of room for jokes. And even the camerawork was pretty decent. All in all, "I Drink Your Blood" is a competent b-movie, that still provides copious laughs and entertainment. If you like cheese, or independent horror at all, give it a shot; you'll probably like it.