Regular guy Lon Chaney Jr. is violently miscast here as the bloodsucking Hungarian nobleman, hinted to be a descendent of Bela Lugosi’s Dracula. Here he relocates to a Lousiana plantation on the invite of Louise Allbritton, a flakey raven-haired heiress with a fascination for the occult. She’s the only person around who knows he’s a vampire, though. Everyone else just thinks he’s a goofball who wears a cape. It’s not long before she becomes a vampire herself and marries the Count, which annoys her bland fiancee (Robert Paige) a smidge.
Despite the direction by Robert Siodmak, who’d go on to make a few of the more interesting crime movies of the 1940s (the oddball film noir, Phantom Lady being a personal favorite), this third movie in the Dracula series never stirs up excitment. Chaney also isn’t given much to do other than glare at people most of the time.