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Abraham’s Boys Is a Clever Horror Drama on the Isolation and Uncertainty of Childhood

Abraham’s Boys Is a Clever Horror Drama on the Isolation and Uncertainty of Childhood
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I don’t know whose decision it was to amend the title of horror author Joe Hill’s short story “Abraham’s Boys” with the subtitle A Dracula Story when it was adapted to feature film, but that was a bold bit of calculation. Perhaps writer-director Natasha Kermani is the one I should be tipping my cap to, but it’s a choice that is key to the smoldering new horror drama’s inherent ability to subvert genre convention; a choice bordering on purposefully misleading, but one that ultimately registers as clever misdirection. Before watching the new Shudder horror film, one would likely assume the subtitle was some kind of producer-mandated tack-on, a failsafe to make sure that more casual potential audience members will have some expectation of seeing a “vampire movie.” After watching Abraham’s Boys, the subtitle is revealed as far more deeply metaphorical, leaving the (possibly bewildered) viewer questioning what “vampire movie” even implies, at the end of the day.

Rest assured, the Dracula connection is quite literal, at least in terms of how it’s tied to Bram Stoker’s 1897 gothic horror novel. The “Abraham” of the title is Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, the novel’s polymath physician and undead expert; the man who eventually assembles a team to hunt down the vampire after Dracula travels to London seeking Mina Harker. Abraham’s Boys functions as a direct Dracula sequel, taking place nearly 20 years later, with Abraham (Titus Welliver) having now seemingly married Mina (Jocelin Donahue) himself after the death of Jonathan Harker. Fleeing the lingering memories of vampiric contagion and Mina’s psychic scars from the ordeal, the pair resettled in the untamed western wildness of California’s central valley in the year 1915, raising two sons: Older teenager Max (Brady Hepner) and preteen Rudy (Judah Mackey). There, they lead an uneasy pastoral life, with Mina subject to fitfulness and residual illness, and the broodingly intense Abraham doling out both affection and severe judgement to his sons, wary of the return of a vampiric menace.

Thus, obvious expectations are set: This is clearly a story about Dracula finding his way to America for vengeance on the Van Helsing clan, both to conquer his archnemesis and win the prize in Mina that was denied to him in London. The “boys” of the title, meanwhile, implies that we’ll see the story through the eyes of the next generation as they come of age and take up the responsibility of continuing their father’s righteous work. You can picture the climactic siege of their frontier western homestead, as the evil king vampire seeks to redress his embarrassing defeat. It (perhaps hackily) writes itself!

Except … no, that’s not the true intent or trajectory of Abraham’s Boys: A Dracula Story, not by a long shot. What we have instead is a slow burn psychological horror drama about fatherhood, religious mania, unreliable narrators and the recontextualization of a story that absolutely any horror geek knows, with more in common with Bill Paxton’s Frailty than Terence Fisher’s Horror of Dracula. Abraham’s Boys casts doubt upon the motives and escapades of familiar stock characters, not just in this film but in the events of Dracula as well. But more than anything, it functions as a powerful encapsulation of the death of innocence in youth; a distillation of the moments when we come to terms with the realization that our parents may not be the valorous outlines we’ve built them up to be.

These revelations are brought to life by some genuinely excellent performances, particularly from Brady Hepner as older son and burden-bearer Max, and Bosch‘s Welliver as the intense, sun-baked elder Van Helsing. Welliver nails the imperiousness, superiority and cold intellectualism of Abraham, a father who expects more from his sons than they can provide, pushing down his familial resentments until they metastasize into a simmering undercurrent of emotional abuse. Even as our suspicions turn toward his motives and actions, he has the unwavering intensity of belief and faith to give you pause: Who knows how much of what he says is true, but he certainly seems to believe it to be true. Nor can we blame Max’s desire to believe what he’s been told by not just his father but his mother for the entirety of his life: From the time of his earliest memories, he’s been hearing about “the enemy,” some insidious outside force that is plotting the destruction of his family. It would be miraculous for a child raised in this kind of environment, with this kind of isolation from any other human contact or perspective, to not become radicalized. He manages to channel most of his energy into concern for his haunted mother, who is deteriorating before his eyes, and vulnerable (and underwritten) younger brother. His scenes with his father are appreciably tense, an unspoken aura of inadequacy (and the potential for violence) flickering between them.

Abraham’s Boys likewise benefits from some sumptuous location shooting, conveying a certain stateliness and old-fashioned grandeur in its exterior scenes that helps it to overcome clear budgetary limitations. The dusty, sun-soaked daytime shooting from cinematographer Julia Swain is unexpectedly romantic, drifting from conventionally beautiful landscapes to transfixing individual shots of human faces in particular–her camera lingers at times on Hepner in a kind of reverie, allowing him to ruminate and stew, processing grave doubts that would overturn his entire world. Such patience is a double-edged sword, making Kermani’s film feel both thoughtful and glacially paced, but it’s rarely anything but a pleasure to look at–like if the cast of The Power of the Dog spent most of their time worrying about spiritual vampiric corruption.

I have no doubt that this is a film that is going to piss off a sizable subset of its intended Shudder audience, who will no doubt watch it expecting to see a far more familiar genre story, full of bared fangs, pulsing blood and a righteous condemnation of evil. What Kermani delivers instead is a more disturbing, and sadly more likely treatise on the true dimensions of evil, one that is at least somewhat lacking in the anticipated horror bonafides, jump scares and shocks. It will be too slow for some; too lacking in bloody impact for others. You won’t find reviews calling it “fun.” But thanks to the way it skillfully plays with doubt and uncertainty, projecting its audience into the shoes of Abraham’s titular sons as they enter an emotional crucible, Abraham’s Boys does touch upon a profound moment when youth gives way to jaded maturity. Even without a vampire, growing up is perilous enough.

Director: Natasha Kermani
Writers: Natasha Kermani, Joe Hill
Stars: Titus Welliver, Brady Hepner, Jocelin Donahue, Judah Mackey, Aurora Perrineau
Release date: July 10, 2025 (Shudder)


Jim Vorel is Paste’s Movies editor and resident genre geek. You can follow him on Twitter or on Bluesky for more film writing.

 
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