My Son, the Vampire should win the prize for the most misleading title in the history of cinema. Not only is there no son, but no vampire, either. Sure, Bela Lugosi plays a character who calls himself The Vampire, but that’s just backstory.
He believes himself to be descended from a famous vampire and likes to wear a tuxedo while sleeping in his coffin. The Vampire is actually just a non-bloodsucking mad scientist named Von Housen who’s created a killer robot that he wants to use to take over the world. Which, you know, is still pretty awesome. My Son, the Vampire may have a misleading title, but that doesn’t mean it … um, sucks.
It’s the last film in Britain’s Old Mother Riley series in which a cross-dressing Arthur Lucan plays an elderly, Irish woman in a variety of outlandish situations. Other titles include Old Mother Riley MP, Old Mother Riley’s Ghosts and Old Mother Riley’s Jungle Treasure. Which still doesn’t explain whose son The Vampire is supposed to be. Because if he’s Mother Riley’s, that makes Von Housen’s flirting with her even creepier than it already is. The last thing anyone wants to see is Lugosi hooking up with Lucan.
But it’s creepy in a good way. My Son, the Vampire is nothing if not fun. Lucan is hilarious and the movie’s got some genuinely funny gags, an insane musical number that comes from nowhere, Lugosi hamming it up like I’ve never seen him do (and I’ve seen a lot of Lugosi films), and more slapstick than you can shake a Stooge at. —Michael May