“Crescent City” is a well-known nickname for New Orleans, Louisiana. “Crescent City” is also the title of a popular series of fantasy novels. But I’m not sure either of those have connections to the new “Crescent City” movie, a knotty crime thriller set and shot in and around Little Rock, Arkansas. Where does the “Crescent City” title come from you ask? I have no idea. That’s not to say it isn’t somewhere in the movie. But it would be easy to miss in a feature this overstuffed and convoluted.

Director R.J. Collins attempts to add spark to this overloaded and overplotted serial killer thriller, squeezing every drop of tension he can out of a mostly tension-free script. But much like his talented cast, there’s only so much he can do. Screenwriter Rich Ronat bites off more than he can chew, eventually adding twists on top of twists. As a result, his screenplay puts useful things such as coherence and plausibility out of reach, leaving Collins with more characters, more motives, and more plot pieces than he can handle.

The city of Little Rock is shaken following three grisly murders, each with a decapitated victim and the killer’s signature – mannequin parts. Two deeply flawed Little Rock police detectives are put on the case, Brian Sutter (Terrence Howard), a devout family man tormented by a past case gone wrong, and Luke Carson (Esai Morales), his short-fused and impertinent partner.

After another victim turns up, their frustrated Captain (a check-cashing Alec Baldwin) brings in Detective Jaclyn Waters (Nicky Whelan) to assist. She’s a Tulsa homicide detective by way of Sydney, Australia. Neither Brian or Luke are thrilled with an outsider joining their ranks, but they follow orders nonetheless. Before long the trio find themselves questioning a suspicious local pastor (Michael Sirow), investigating a satanic dating site, and navigating an internal affairs inquiry relating to an entirely different case.

Those things alone would be enough for a fully functional story. But the film throws in so many setups, coverups, and betrayals that they’re impossible to manage. The film also has an identity crisis. One minute we’re watching a police procedural, the next minute a whodunit, and even later a family drama. And all while the movie is working hard at being a competent crime thriller. In truth, it’s too much.

Howard and Morales are fine actors who are more than capable of carrying the film and here they certainly put in the effort. At the same time, Little Rock provides a strikingly fresh setting. But “Crescent City” eventually crumbles under the weight of its own ambition. It seems as if every character has secrets, numerous motivations are sketchy, and overall there are too many story pieces that don’t connect. In the end, so much time is put towards corralling it all that more necessary components suffer. “Crescent City” is now available on VOD.

VERDICT – 2 STARS

Rarely has a title fit a movie quite as well as “Cuckoo”. This bizarre yet original horror-thriller comes from the imagination of its writer and director, Tilman Singer. Reactions to this crazy concoction will probably be all over the map and understandably so. It’s undeniably fun and bonkers in ways that only horror movies can be. But narratively it’s a bit of a mess, and almost undone by an unsatisfying ending that leaves far too many unanswered questions and dangling loose ends.

Hunter Schafer plays Gretchen, a 17-year-old still grieving the recent death of her mother. As a result, she leaves America and moves to the Bavarian Alps to live with her father, Luis (Marton Csokas), his new wife Beth (Jessica Henwick), and their mute daughter Alma (Mila Lieu). With little in terms of explanation, Luis moves them to a vaguely defined mountain resort that’s ran by the enigmatic Herr König (Dan Stevens). But the change of scenery doesn’t help Gretchen. The only thing that offers her solace is leaving voicemails on her late mother’s answering machine.

As the family settles into their new home, König offers Gretchen a job as a receptionist at his hotel in an effort to help her adapt. But then weird things start to happen. There are the eerie screeches coming from the nearby forest. There are the unresponsive guests seen vomiting around the hotel. And what’s with the weird time loops (a question I’m still asking myself). Most concerning of all are Alma’s sudden seizures. Of course we learn quick that there is more going on at König’s “resort”.

From there the movie hits us with one deliriously demented turn after another. There are several gnarly pieces to Singer’s twisted puzzle including König himself, whose slipperiness makes it clear that he’s hiding something. You have the terrifying blonde-haired woman in a long trench coat, with glowing red eyes that she hides behind large gaudy sunglasses. And then there’s the appearance of Henry (Jan Bluthardt), a police investigator who knows more than he’s letting on. He convinces Gretchen to join his secret investigation to stop whatever König is up to.

While the gonzo and sometimes grisly horror elements are a lot of fun, not everything in the story gets as much attention. For example, Gretchen makes several knee-jerk choices that seem out of the blue. None are bigger than her seemingly random attraction to a free-spirited guest named Ed (Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey). Their actions that follow have no weight because their connection is too thinly drawn. It’s the same with Luis and Beth and some of their unexplained motivations.

But where the movie disappoints most is in its ending. Singer begins pulling back the veil on his twisted and macabre mystery leading to a bloody final showdown that attempts to put a cap on all he has revealed. Interestingly, it’s the resort’s crazy cryptic mystery with all of its deranged moving parts that comes together best (not seamlessly, but best). But outside of it, too much is left unresolved from character arcs to plot logic.

“Cuckoo” succeeds at luring you in and keeping you anticipating the next wacky turn it takes. But by the time the end credits roll, it’s hard to shake the feeling of being shortchanged. Still that doesn’t disqualify Tilman Singer as being an exciting emerging voice. Dan Stevens delivers another deliciously creepy and slyly hilarious performance (I dare you not to laugh when he pulls out his wooden flute). Meanwhile Schafer is a sturdy enough lead to guide us through the film’s big ideas and its hole-riddled storytelling. “Cuckoo” is in theaters now.

VERDICT – 3 STARS