The movie is bizarrely ineffective and lacking in flair, like so many nowadays mainstream horror flicks as inept as this one; though quite violent, it doesn't really scare. In a sense, it has some qualities to be praised—like the way it's written, or some good sense in the directing, some form of almost mainstream and practical approach of a sensationalist subject. It has some common sense; but no flair
. I pretended not to notice its side of social awareness—the perils of the youth's dissolute life, the LSD, the debauchery of the workmen as a way of infection
. It tries to be even a zombie movie, and the scene of the rabid, foaming workmen's attack is deeply laughable, such rubbish
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Why does the geezer examine that blood sample? Did he use to examine each stain of blood he ever found? I mean, it's not like he ain't my favorite movie physician, yet . Anyway, it looks like he examined the blood because he already had inferred from Mildred's description that the blood was on the hands of a possibly rabid human.
I DRINK YOUR BLOD was, I think, nicely shot; the makeup for the rabid fellows is bad.
No genuine suspense, excitement and gusto whatsoever.
'Death by hydrophobia is agony.'
Why does the geezer examine that blood sample? Did he use to examine each stain of blood he ever found? I mean, it's not like he ain't my favorite movie physician, yet . Anyway, it looks like he examined the blood because he already had inferred from Mildred's description that the blood was on the hands of a possibly rabid human.
I DRINK YOUR BLOD was, I think, nicely shot; the makeup for the rabid fellows is bad.
No genuine suspense, excitement and gusto whatsoever.
'Death by hydrophobia is agony.'