Cult tries hard to straddle the line between horror and satire, and to be both relevant and shocking in its relevance. The end result half-succeeds, swerving between exaggerated satire and eye-rolling drama.
Liberals aren't just snowflakes with imaginary fears, and the right isn't only made up of soulless fear-mongers. The politics of fear may work, but the twisted logic in this futile exercise falls apart quickly.
Trump is a tough nut to tackle -- and you can take that literally if you'd like. Even so, this is a big, bloody hunk of red meat for his remaining defenders, many of whom already see Hollywood in the worst ways imaginable.
Though Murphy's characteristic maximalist style is noticeably absent from a visual standpoint, it's still present within the narrative itself, making Cult an interesting deviation from the norm and possible blueprint for future seasons.