Silly nonsense about vampire bats plaguing an Arizona Indian reservation.

Steeped in 70s New Age / Native Amercian stereotypes that date it even more than the fashions. Also one of those films that seems like it's trying to respect Native American culture, but manages to insult it instead. Hiller also looks like he's trying to say something about religious hyprocrisy (the Quaker missionary who leaves his wife to be de-blooded by vampire bats, then runs her over to boot), but it's lost in the welter of a not very scary horror film.

Mancuso and Macht are pretty weak leads, but Strother Martin's burnt-out missionary and especially David Warner's Van Helsing-like chiropterologist make the film watchable, if not good. Still better than the other vampire bat film set in the Southwest, The Bat People, though.