Cuckoo

There’s a dizzying amount to see and hear in German film-maker Tilman Singer’s brash style-over-substance horror Cuckoo, a film that pokes and prods and screeches with just about enough vim and volume to keep us mostly engaged.

...manages a resonant emotional B-plot that neither detracts from nor overtakes the outlandish A-plot.

...the Bavarian Alps... ...Like Appalachia in the U.S., it’s a place a horror movie might take us to in search of scary people...

...a deliriously fun mess.

Singer is a wonderfully imaginative filmmaker, paying homage to giants of the genre world including The Wicker Man, Rosemary’s Baby and Village of the Damned.

It has properly oozy deep-red fake blood, like the horror greats of old. It boasts burbling, cracking, creaking sound design to set you on edge.