What Else Do You Expect From a Movie Called Fuck My Son! (FANTASTIC)?
Title: Fuck My Son!
First Non-Festival Release: October 15, 2025 (Limited Theatrical Release)
Director: Todd Rohal
Writer: Todd Rohal, Johnny Ryan
Runtime: 94 Minutes
Starring: Tipper Newton, Steve Little, Robert Longstreet
Where to Watch: Check out where to find it here
This film’s review was written after its screening at the Fantastic Film Festival in 2025.
Midnight movies have the tendency of dividing audiences. Operating in the strange, intense, and extreme, these films can be challenging. Other times they can just be edgy for edginess’ sake.
Sandi (Tipper Newton) and her daughter Bernice (Kynzie Colmery) are out shopping when they discover an old woman (Robert Longstreet) prone on the ground crying for help. The woman, Vermina, easily tricks the duo into her van, abducting them with a singular sinister purpose: to have sex with her monstrous son, Fabian (Steve Little). With only each other as their salvation, they quickly realize that Vermina is not joking about her intentions and failure to capitulate means death.
The shock wears thin in gross out horror comedy Fuck My Son!
There is a clear vision behind this indie film that demands audience members to be on board immediately, for better or for worse. In the first few minutes, viewers are treated to AI moviegoers shoving popcorn into their faces, Perv-o-Vision movie theater glasses, and full frontal, jiggling male nudity. All before Sandi is even confronted with the idea of having sex with the hideous monster son, the tastelessness starts early. Director Todd Rohal hopes that the vision of satirizing odd Christian movies and out-of-touch Hollywood producers, who would foam at the mouth for this flagrant display of cheapness, lands. It doesn’t. But there’s some points to be given for trying to justify it creatively.
With any horror comedy, Fuck My Son! lives and dies by its jokes. Unfortunately, it dies too often to be worth celebrating. It’s fair game for a film like this to rely on gross out humor, and Fuck My Son! indulges at every opportunity. Much of this is borne from the interactions between Sandi and the mother, where the humor boils down to Sandi trying to get out of fucking the woman’s son, as one might expect. The back-and-forth morphs from mildly amusing to tedious as it drags on. Outside of this, levity comes in the form of Bernice’s desperate attempts to self-soothe by imagining her children’s television show idols are with her in the basement. The Meatie Mates [a clear poke at “Veggie Tales”] prove to be as irritating as one would imagine the characters of an AI slop cartoon to be. The obnoxiousness and circular nature of its humor make it tough to endure.
Above all else, the worst part of Fuck My Son! is how boring it is and how quickly it gets there. Drawing itself into a corner, once Sandi and Bernice are in the basement, Fuck My Son! stalls. With limited movement and action, the plot doesn’t have anywhere to go. Lacking any substantial character development, compelling revelations, or even terrifying sequences, Fuck My Son! just exists as it tells its repulsive story. In the end, it feels like the “edginess” is the one and only selling point here. Without it truly doing anything bizarre or strange, Fuck My Son! lacks the substance needed to ground that desire to offend.
The few bright spots in the film lie solely in the earnest performances and solid practical effects work occasionally employed. Fuck My Son! gets nasty, reveling in the viscera and bodily fluids that color the film in dingy greens, yellows, and browns. Fabian is a sight to behold. Slightly offensive but also justifiably sickening, his almost alien-like appearance and limited actions nauseate more than just Sandi. While these moments do shine, the filmmaker’s insistence on using generative AI throughout the film as an active choice of satire fall flat while also drawing scrutiny on the moments that were actually created by professionals.
It also just looks bad and that can be reason enough to criticize.
Transgressive cinema exists for a reason and Fuck My Son! certainly does all it can to fill the void. Fans of gross out shock movies or those who intentionally seek out tasteless media may find something to love in Fuck My Son! Most others will balk at the repetitive story, dull jokes and gags, and the most grating characters assembled onscreen. Lastly a word of advice: with a title like Fuck My Son! don’t be surprised when you get the exact film you sign up to watch.
Overall Score? 4/10
