Once upon a time, in an era of Charles Manson-inspired Horror, there lived a gang of Satan-worshiping hippies. The Sons And Daughters Of Satan, they called themselves. S.A.D.O.S. thought they were pretty bad ass. A delusion maintained much easier with regular doses of LSD. As leader, we have one bastard of an Indian named Horace Bones, played to perfection by the the fabulous Bhaskar. He may be the most evil out of the group, and a born leader, but so far, Horace has led this group absolutely nowhere. Or more like Nowheresville.
Since the van broke down, the gang is stuck in in this almost abandoned town with a population of forty. which is still plenty of people to terrorize if they happen to get bored. And you know they will. The night before, a local girl stumbled upon some Satanic ritual they were performing, and gets raped for it, which is really only implied. Traumatized girl's grandpa is pretty steamed about this, and ends up tracking these punks down, finding them in a near by abandoned house where Bhaskar and pals have been roasting rats and doing cool Devil shit.Poor 'ol Grandpa says his peace and makes an honest effort at running the degenerates out of town. But instead of cutting out, they go ahead and just force the old man to take some of their potent LSD. Personally, I wouldn't have taken this route, as there are plenty of ways of abusing the elderly without wasting perfectly good drugs. But then again, I'm pretty sure that stuff was easier to come by in the early 70's than it is now. Although, these guys do seem like the impulsive type. I'm sure they'd reconsider this irresponsible behavior, had they the time to go over.
Grandpa wanders on home to lick his wounds. He sticks the salt and pepper shakers on his head whilst weeping, which are clearly his new Devil horns. Subtle comedy relief like that is a nice touch. The next morning, Grandpa announces that something must be done about this gang of savage hyenas. My first assumption to this statement was that he was still Flyin' high, but it quickly occurred to me he was talking about S.A.D.O.S. It's true. These hyenas have got to go. And that's where Pete comes in. This well fed little fella doesn't like his family fucked with any more than grandpa, but happens to be a bit more cunning. Or just plain mean, some might say. Maybe he just puts zero thought into his actions, and seemingly remains unphased regardless of how horrible the outcome. Which makes him no different than the Satanists, who's nights are now very much numbered, by the way.
I may not know about that L stuff, or whatever you call it, but I know about Rabies! No seriously. The kid actually says this. Pete goes out and kills a rabid dog, and later injects some of the blood into a bunch of meat pies, which of course all get bought up by the fun loving Satanists. Pretty cold for a little kid. I'm not so sure the punishment fit the crime, but tell that to Pete. In fact, save it. Pete doesn't care. Then again, the night is young, and S.A.D.O.S. have only begun to dine on their Rabies-pies. After a while, everybody starts feeling a sickness, which soon turns to an animalistic rage. As some of the gang members turn on each other, they all soon head down to this unsuspecting little town to let out a little frustration. Forget everything you knew about these people. Whatever they originally had in mind is irrelevant. These raving lunatics only know one thing, now. Kill and destroy everyone, including each other. Not for Satan. Just for the hell of it.Formerly known as Phobia, This here is one grimy, nasty little Satanic shocker which pre-dates any infected movie out there. Before 28 Days Later, before Nightmare City, and before The Crazies, there was this mean ass movie which was very much inspired by the shenanigans of Charles Manson and his easily manipulated gang od acid heads. Directed by the late David Durston, who never had a bigger claim to fame than this. Speaking of claims to fame. This film actually holds the honor of providing the always angelic Lynn Lowry with her first role. Although uncredited. Originally, I had heard I Drink Your Blood was quite the gorefest, but soon learned what was hype and what wasn't. Definitely not the goriest of movies from the era, but gruesome in different ways. And the atmosphere was spectacular. Humid, uncomfortable, nerve racking atmosphere. Dark, grisly, but enough stupidity to make it all fun. I Drink Your Blood is low-budget 70's Horror at it's sleaziest! 6/10
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