"Let it be known, sons and daughters, that Satan was an acidhead. Drink from his cup, pledge yourselves, and together we'll all freak out!" You would think any movie beginning with that kind of great dialogue -- spoken with an Indian accent, no less -- would be a magically awesome experience.
But "I Drink Your Blood," a ridiculous film about Satan-worshipping hippies who get infected with rabies, pretty much just goes downhill from there. What a shame.
I can recommend this movie only if you want to see lots of inane chatter, punctuated by machete-wielding flower children foaming at the mouth and attacking people. Also, you should enjoy bad acting and be able to endure quite possibly the crappiest, most annoying film score in the history of movies.
Otherwise, you could probably find something better to do with 83 minutes of your life.
But "I Drink Your Blood," a ridiculous film about Satan-worshipping hippies who get infected with rabies, pretty much just goes downhill from there. What a shame.
I can recommend this movie only if you want to see lots of inane chatter, punctuated by machete-wielding flower children foaming at the mouth and attacking people. Also, you should enjoy bad acting and be able to endure quite possibly the crappiest, most annoying film score in the history of movies.
Otherwise, you could probably find something better to do with 83 minutes of your life.