Cuckoo
Cuckoo | dir. Tilman Singer | 103 min Cuckoo is the kind of bonkers bizarre-concept movie that could only have been willed into being in the world of low-budget films. The land of big budget blockbusters is a hostile environment for this particular breed, and it’s exactly the kind of movie that needs time to properly gestate and thrive in a more welcoming habitat. Perhaps the only well-known production company consistently birthing low-budget horror films these days is Blumhouse, but even their seeming embrace of low-budget blood and gore is built on a model of success by dominating the lottery; you put out enough movies, eventually at least a couple are going to find an audience. This is also known in circles as the Netflix Gambit, though as part of their official creed, they boil everything down to the lowest common denominator of content as opposed to art or storytelling. And Cuckoo has a story to tell. At its heart, Cuckoo is a story about family, and no matter how weird the reveals get–and they do get pretty weird–this core…