I Drink Your Blood. Directed by David E. Durston starring Bhaskar (1970)
Durston did his homework in the study of rabies, the satan
worshiping Manson inspired hippie cult froth at the mouth, appear frenzied and
become terrified of water. Even before they contract rabies by way of an 11
year old's brilliant plan for revenge they seem at each others throats, if
anything the rabies calms them down!
Hydrophobia for lunch! |
I doubt anyone else besides David Durston would devise such
a ghastly form or vengeance then infected meat pies with rabid dog’s blood! One
of the girl’s reluctance to join in the mutilation and sacrifice connects the Manson cult to her little brother and their grandfather is given LSD, which starts
all the trouble.
The
excellent commentary between the director and Bhaskar Roy Chowdhury is hilarious
and informative. Bhaskar ran a dance company in New York and during a stage
fall became paralyzed for life. He is incredible as Horace Bones the leader of
this scummy bunch. Each player has their own goofy persona (there’s the slut,
the pregnant one, the punching bag, the loose cannon (Rollo), the stoic Asian
woman (Sue Lin) and the rest. Durston wanted to fuck shit up with this horror film and make
it so vile and repulsive that it would out do Night of The Living Dead. He took
the Italian horror approach of utilizing real animals (most seem already dead).
In the commentary he describes and incident where he filled a fridge with rat
corpses and told some of the crew to fetch him a beer, knowing full well that
they would reach in and pull out a dead rat, man what fun that set must have
been!? A real snake dies, a chicken’s throat is severed and a goat falls apart
into taco meat as a construction worker drags it along the street. During the
commentary they keep making fun of this actor because whenever his hair was out
of place he’d go ape shit and cut it!
my hair's fucked up, but this one is fine! |
The commentary really brings this unpleasant film to a new level
of hilarity. Many of the cast members were real dancers and perfectly choreographed
their axe and sword battles and other amazing fight scenes (using REAL weapons
no less)! I can just imagine a Producers
like audition scenario where every fake Charles Manson looking dancer shows up and
after the director yells “We are only seeing Singing Mansons!” then the sad
looking scruffy hobos pirouette away! Grindhouse Releasing’s meticulous rescue
of the butchered cut of this film deserves high praise! There was a strange
censorship war going on (which is mentioned in the commentary) where you could
never find a complete print that wasn't scissored in some way. When I ordered this
from Chas Balun it was even incomplete! Now thankfully it’s available in its
intended form uncut. I highly recommend you watch the dvd then on instant because
it is packed with must see extras that are never included online.
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