I DRINK YOUR BLOOD! Prof. Tread is stepping up to the plate to
finally defend a film best known for the T-shirt. Well, for the
T-shirt and the ad campaign that featured I EAT YOUR SKIN. If
you have ever read a zine, watched a trailer compilation tape
or been to a horror convention, then you know of what I speak.
But how many of you have actually seen the film. Searching around
the web, it is not as widely reviewed as one might expect. Even
more surprising is the fact that most reviewers hate this film,
the claim it 'unwatchable," "lame," and even go
as far as to say the only reason to watch I DRINK YOUR BLOOD is
"either you know somebody in it, or you're a very big fan
of badly-done chopped-off heads and hands." Well, let me
tell you, we here at Brains On Film found more than enough reasons
to enjoy this 1971 Drive-in Classic and if you don't believe it,
I have a tendency in film reviews to play the role of potential
director or producer, to look at the idea of some of these films
before they actually started production, to give you, the BOF
patron, an idea why these films were made or possibly why it seemed
like a pretty good idea or not such a good idea to take the premise
and run with it. Let's look at I DRINK YOUR BLOOD through those
eyes. Charles Manson and his crazy hippie cult were in the news.
Mainstream America, saw Berkeley, California hippies with their
bellbottoms, long hair and "free love" plastered all
over the nightly news protesting the "police action"
in Vietnam. Every small burg had its resident "druggie."
The threat of traveling broods of shit-smelling, love-in losers
rolling into town and lacing the water supply with LSD, might
have been on Mr. and Mrs. Middleclass's mind, albeit it far-fetched,
who knew what a charismatic, Manson-type with a Jesus complex
might do and more importantly what a follower of one of these
pied-pipers might willingly to do "for him."
It is not to hard to see through David E. Durston's eyes on this
one, middle American's fear of the unknown and the willingness
to see all hippies as capable of "culting-up" and going
on cross country killing sprees was a no-brainer to someone who
wanted to make an exploitation film and was looking for a little
inspiration. I DRINK YOUR BLOOD features your Manson character
known as Horace Bones. He's ripped, tanned, long-maned and delivers
his lines in broken-English with a thick accent that is neither
recognizable nor hypnotizing but Bone's followers don't seem to
care as they roll into Valley View, following a night of naked,
ritualistic, acid eating which has left a young girl, beaten,
bruised and on a full-on 'trip" from all the acid heaped
upon her by Horace's followers. Horace, played to the hilt by
no-comer, Bhaskar, reminds of this guy that played, dammit, is
still playing in this hippie-tastic shit-burger of a band from
around these parts called Catawampus. Their mention is a far cry
from any sort of endorsement, as for the past 7 years they have
spread their brand of patchouli-ridden dope-rock on the mindless
masses led by this same sort of "spiritual leader" as
Horace Bones, but instead of leading his minions to Satan or LSD,
he is happy to have them smoke as much Kentucky-homegrown as possible
while they allow him to point his "sex-ray" (his term
not mine) at any willing, fresh-faced newcomer to the scene. Newcomers
mainly because more girls have fallen prey to his Cannabis Love
Generator (his again, not mine) than I can count and have deemed
it a 'roach' at best. Sorry about that, but I am trying to draw
a picture here. This Horace has to be a leader mainly because
of his looks, his rap doesn't mean much, "Let it be known,
sons and daughters, that Satan was an acid head." Horace
espouses. I submit this for consideration. Could Durston's motivation
be to make the strongest anti-subculture film ever made? By using
the 'fairy tale' device of warning the drive-in viewer of a fate
sure to befall any youth who choose to adopt a life of Bohemian
travel, drug use, petty idolatry and Satanism, Durston may have
been showing his true conservatism.
Our flock is a literal "rainbow coalition" we have
blacks, whites, Asian (Jadine Wong, who started in film back in
1939, plays the part of Sadie, a stereotypical Asian Dragon Lady
character), a pregnant, unmarried female and more. Durston sought
to inform us that no race or social class were beyond becoming
victims to the trap know as "hippyism."
Upon the hoard's van trouble, Horace decides that they will holdup
for awhile in Pottersville in an abandoned hotel, they are penniless,
hungry and dirty, so when Horace mentions to the group that the
platter d'jour will be rat, no one seems to mind and the they
begin 'the hunt."
Durston introduces our hero-family when we learn that they young
girl that was pursued during the opening ritual lives with her
little brother, Pete and her Grandpa, who is a veterinarian We
are aso introduced to a local lady who runs a bakery in the town,
which has been nearly deserted because of a dam which is being
built. This again is some sort of political statement for the
times. Tennessee, as well as other states, had their share of
debate about dam building, power plants and the like and obviously
Durston had some feelings about the use of public land to bring
power to rural communities. Durston was playing to the Southern
Drive-in audience. Fear of hippies, dams and infiltration were
more common to most working class Southerners than Communism and
the Vietnamese. Although it is no mistake in the casting of Jadine
Wong to exploit the anti-Asian hate/fear of the war-torn early
seventies and her death scene will appeal to your memory of a
famous scene immortally captured on film from the same time period.
When Grandpa shows up with a shotgun to "discuss" the
doping of his granddaughter he is beatdown and drugged as well,
and so it goes. Pete, the younger brother decides to take matters
into his own hands and with the help of his grandfather's veterinarian
embalming equipment, drains the blood of a rabid dog, injects
in into the meat pies at the bakery and invites the herd to indulge,
and that they do.
From this point in the film, we are given, one violent act after
another to ingest, as rabies has quickly befallen our Satanic
stoners. In a bizarre twist construction workers are also part
of the mix as they become part of the foaming mouth band of insatiable,
blood lusting Old Yellars. Initially given an X-rating, I DRINK
YOUR BLOOD exists in various forms as far as scenes which are
excluded. The dam builders, in the Japanese cut, rape or just
plain fuck, one of the infected hippies and even subject her to
a shower to try and cool her down, thus, ending up with the infection.
This obvious no-no to rape or sexual deviancy once again is Durston's
plea to not fall prey to indecent living. He also explored this
in a later film, STIGMA, most notable for starring Phillip Michael
Thomas, who mumbled his way through numerous seasons on Miami
Vice, as a VD infected dude spreading his love around. David Cronenberg,
touched on the same theme in the Marilyn Chambers sleepy effort,
Water or fear of, becomes the main plot device and a garden hose
becomes the film equivalent of a flame thrower. Eventually the
'authorities" show up and wipe out the frothing Garcia-worshippers
and their damned, dam building Neanderthal buddies, but no before
we are given possibly one of the strongest anti-abortion statements
ever delivered via exploitation films as our curly-haired preggers
takes her own life as well as the life of her unborn baby by seeing
the error of her ways, realizing it is too late, and thrusting
a wooden stake into her bulbous belly. Yowsa, this scene alone
should grant I DRINK YOUR BLOOD a place on the mantle among sleaze
classics. Strong and effective, like a shot of cheap bourbon,
the message comes through...if you play this hippy shit, then
you pay, dippy shit. Durston effectively revisits the fairy tales
of old to warn America's youth to be leery of Satan, drugs, false-idols,
bad clothing and sex or pay the price of a chubby kid filling
up your meat pie with Rabies and the feds fucking your shit up.
Oh yeah, keep your damned dams to yourself as well. To view I
DRINK YOUR BLOOD as merely another horror film is to miss the
point of Durston's work, but now you know, watch it again.
I DRINK YOUR BLOOD is available uncut from a couple of our favorite
video dealers, CINEFEAR
HOUR VIDEO who also will sell you one of those damned T-shirts.
Tell them I sent you!
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