I went into Cuckoo with as little knowledge about it as possible, only really knowing that it starred Hunter Schafer and Dan Stevens, and what a wild ride it was!
Cuckoo first premiered at the 2024 Berlin International Film Festival earlier this year, but Shea and I were lucky enough to catch it for its Montreal premiere at Fantasia. It was a packed house, and a really responsive, engaged crowd, making this a blast to experience. The audible laughs, gasps, and cheers really reminded me how great it is to see a movie with people who love movies.
This film is, as I’m sure many reviews will put it, completely cuckoo (I know, I know—I’m sorry). The story follows Gretchen (Schafer), a seventeen-year-old girl, who moves to the German Alps with her father and his new family and begins to experience unsettling things in the small resort town in which they find themselves.
I won’t spoil what happens, but the bird-related title may give you some indication, although I would bet you won’t be able to predict exactly where it goes. There are some high-concept ideas that writer-director Tilman Singer is playing with here, and while I don’t think all of them quite cohere, I will say that I was never bored while watching Cuckoo.
The movie is a bit all over the place tonally, but it has a sense of oddball style and confidence in its imagery and ideas that I found really refreshing in a horror movie. While Midsommar may have breathed new life into creepy European towns as a setting for horror, the isolated and wooded Bavarian setting here, along with vintage-style costumes and set design, make Cuckoo feel like it was ripped out of another era, in a good way.
Hunter Schafer and Dan Stevens were by far the biggest highlights for me, though. Stevens gives a riotous performance, complete with silly German accent, as the mysterious and creepy Herr König, stealing scenes left and right. Every time he appears on screen, he’s a joy to watch, and, as he did in Abigail earlier this year, he provided some of the biggest laughs of the night.
But, really, this is Hunter Schafer’s movie. If you’ve seen HBO’s Euphoria, you already know she can act her face off in a dramatic role, but it’s great to see her in something even more outside the box. Here, she gets to play a fairly wide range, from teenage angst to bloody desperation, and it’s a delight to see her in a role with plenty of physicality, digging into the genre muck to get bloodied, battered, and bruised—if you’ve ever wanted to see Hunter Schafer as a butterfly knife-wielding final girl, you won’t be disappointed. But she also gets to demonstrate some deadpan comedic chops and gives Gretchen plenty of heart.
I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but the mix of tones, along with the subject matter (think bird-related reproductive horror?), makes Cuckoo feel pretty unique. Not every idea or creative choice lands, but there are some truly laugh-out-loud moments, alongside some tense atmosphere and body horror, not to mention a beating heart running through it, with a surprisingly tender and affective payoff (there’s one scene in particular that even had me getting a bit misty-eyed). The film is very well-shot, too, with a great soundtrack and excellent use of music and sound design.
The pay-off to everything the movie tries to set up and to its unsettling early moments may not be to everyone’s taste. It goes to surprising places and, at the same time, some people will probably feel that it doesn’t really go far enough.
What all that means is that the movie also feels like it’s juggling too much. It wants to be an over-the-top creature feature, a disturbing horror/thriller, but also a quirky deadpan comedy and a meditation on grief and parenthood. To its credit, though, the result is a movie that’s dark and disturbing and gross and bloody and tender and funny and weird—in short, it feels quite singular.
I can’t deny how fun a ride this was, even if it doesn’t really come together to form a coherent and meaningful whole. But when you’re having this much fun, does that really matter?
Verdict
Cuckoo – ❤️
Cuckoo is an uneven but undeniably entertaining thriller. There’s gore and gross-outs and blood and scares—but also plenty of laughs and even some tender moments that are surprisingly effective. That the movie can juggle so many different threads and tones, and still (mostly) work, is really a testament to writer-director Tilman Singer and stars Hunter Schafer and Dan Stevens. Stevens is always a blast to watch, and he’s absolutely in his element here as an eccentric German resort owner with something to hide. And Schafer gets to bloody her hands as an iconic final girl, complete with a sick bomber jacket and butterfly knife. These elements of style may stand out more than any coherent thematic concerns, but who cares when the pieces are this fun?
Shea Angus
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