Sometimes you watch a film with low expectations but hope it’ll at least surprise you. Not this time. Cuckoo tries to blend genres, atmospheres, and weirdness, but ends up as a messy, aimless mix with no strength or soul. The story starts with a bit of intrigue, but it quickly drags into a slow rhythm with scenes that fail to build tension or interest. It’s hard to connect with anything because the movie itself doesn’t seem to know where it’s headed. The biggest issue is how familiar everything feels. There are echoes of other films that did it better, but here it just feels like an imitation with no personality. The visuals try to be stylish, the music wants to be unsettling, and the twists aim to be shocking… but none of it hits the mark. Even the moments meant to leave an impact just pass by without weight. The only thing that saved it slightly for me was seeing Jessica Henwick again. I hadn’t seen her in a lead role since Iron Fist, and it’s a shame to find her in such a weak project. She clearly has the talent for better things, and here she tries her best despite a script that gives her so little. In the end, Cuckoo is one of those films you forget as soon as it ends. It doesn’t entertain, it doesn’t move you, and it doesn’t leave anything behind. A disappointing experience—especially when actors this good are wasted on stories this hollow.