It’s odd to think that a group of hippies would conduct a satanic ritual. I suppose David E. Durston was on LSD when he came up with that idea; either that or he got tired of seeing tree huggers grace the silver screen and chose to go against the grain. I’m not really sure what the method of his madness was, but I’m not gonna complain about the change of pace. That’d be like going for a swim and complaining about being wet. If I were to do that, I can’t imagine I’d have a fondness for I Drink Your Blood. It may not be a well-made movie; however, it is appealing due to how bizarre it is. On that note, I’ll never forget the scene where Pete injects the dead dog’s blood into the meat pies.

The hippies sure are a rowdy bunch, so you might wanna keep your distance while they smash windows and destroy furniture. Who needs chairs when you can sit on the floor and contemplate your navel? The way I figure it, the hippies are doing the demolition crew a favor, albeit in a very furious way. I have no idea why Horace and his fellow cultists are so angry, but I suppose that doesn’t matter when assaulting an old person leads to a rabies outbreak. How’s that for a turn of events? Well, I, for one, can’t knock Durston for having a vivid imagination.

This is a wild and crazy film; there’s no doubt about that. The finale in particular has a madness to it that emanates from the screen as the rabies epidemic runs rampant. I had no idea that so many construction workers could froth at the mouth. They may not be able to erect buildings anymore, but that doesn’t stop them from giving the townspeople a run for their money. It’s akin to a zombie apocalypse. Does it make any sense for rabid townsfolk to wreak havoc like it’s nobody’s business? Not really, but it’s the outrageousness of it—the over-the-topness of it—that gives it its charm. I couldn’t deny that, even if I found myself trapped in an overturned car.

I Drink Your Blood has an eye-catching title, and on top of that, it’s an absolute humdinger. That’s a winning combination in my book, in which case I would recommend giving this film a whirl. While you’re at it, be sure to have a hose handy. You never know when you might need it.