This gory film involves the escapades of a group of devil-worshipping hippies looking for kicks in a small rural town. To this end, they manage to slip a few tabs of LSD to an elderly man, and the man's grandson exacts a vicious revenge by selling the hippies meat pies injected with the blood of a rabid dog. Before long, the infected kids are leaping at each other's throats in a cannibal feeding frenzy, spreading the disease like wildfire through the small community. Blood and body parts fly in all directions until nearly the entire cast has been devoured.

This movie suffers from that most annoying of all horror stereotypes, the naked, Satan-worshipping, Native-American, ambiguously gay hippy, who’s leading a small but racially diverse group of Satanic hippies. Ok, that’s not really a stereotype at all, it’s just really odd and amusing to me. I’m not kidding about the diversity, there’s even a fifty year-old Asian woman wandering around with them to disprove that stereotype about hippies being young people, I guess.

Another beautiful bit of foolishness is this kid is really pissed about those dirty hippies dosing grandpa, so he grabs his gun and heads out in the backyard and shoots that rabid dog that attacks him, all according to plan. What kind of fucking insane plan is that? How do you plan on a rabid dog attack? Then he gets some blood and doses the hippies. Now a sane person would have just had grandpa (who’s a veterinarian) put down a rabid dog in the basement. That would have been reasonable. But the truth is, it’s the unreasonableness of movies like this that make us watch them.

Another bit of insanity is the hippies rape and beat (off camera) the kid’s older sister, because she was spying on them performing their rituals. Later on one of them goes to see her and the insane scene goes a little like this, “Hi, remember me, my friends raped and beat you the other night? How are you?” You think that’s crazy, the next time they meet they hug and fall in love. Apparently the way to a woman’s heart is by having your friends assault her. Fucking crazy.

I could write pages on the craziness of I Drink Your Blood, though, that’s the appeal of it. Chock full of scenes like, “No honey, it’s too dangerous for you to ride in a car with an armed man, you need to stay here in a building without locks where all the rabid psychos are, where you’ll be safe!”

Also the term "hydrophobia" is taken way too seriously, where the people are literally afraid of water and will run (or pass out from shock) if you splash them. The truth is rabid animals aren't afraid of water, but lose the ability or urge to drink it, and end up dying of dehydration. Still, splashing away your psychotic attackers is a really great scene.

There's a fair share of gore and violence in this flick, as well, being one of the few movies to ever get an X-rating for violence alone. Originally double-billed with a zombie flick called I Eat Your Skin, for the coolest drive-in sign ever, "I Eat Your Skin and I Drink Your Blood," a full meal of horror! Although after watching I can't believe the refreshment stand was hopping.

It did amuse the hell out of me, though. Really would have been a hoot to watch in a group of smartass pals, so if you have a chance plan around that. There are so many insane plot holes you can make a drinking game out of spotting them, but the truth is it’s a really good idea and done well. In a movie this off the wall you can’t predict what’s going to happen, I’m not sure the director knew until the last minute, that’s how these seventies flicks were, everyone was high, I’m assuming, or crazy.

In closing I’d also like to mention the superb job of re-authoring this DVD Fangoria’s done, the minute you see the menus you know you’re in for a gory good time, and some nice extra’s to boot.

7 out of 10 sexy mute girls with rabies