A carbon copy of the first one structurally, but better in every single way. It’s competently directed, shot, and edited. It’s about adults this time (though their names are just as stupid). It explores the ramifications of its premise instead of just explaining its basics over and over. And it has Jeffrey Wright! You can only do so much with this source material, and Catching Fire’s execution is still nowhere near perfect, but it’s nice that at least one of these is a real movie.
Donald Trump’s name is never uttered in Cuck. His likeness is briefly featured, but the man himself is only ever referred to once, and only in the abstract: “our president”. His presence registers with all the weight of an off-brand “Combover Leader” Halloween mask. Barack Obama gets a similar silent treatment, although he’s at least afforded a freakishly anachronistic “Obummer” epithet. This is what we call a “small victory”.
Cuck is the type of movie where the main character watches…