The
Birds
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I have this movie thanks to AMC, aka the
American Movie Classics channel. Every Sunday at 8, unless this has changed, they
show an Alfred Hitchcock movie, and The Birds is one of his must-owns. The
interesting thing about The Birds, though, and I suppose about Hitch himself,
is that, if made today, it would very likely be panned and relegated to the straight-to-video
crowd in the horror section. Probably with good reason. There really aren’t any likeable
characters, the acting is as by-the-numbers as in many of Hitch’s movies, and most
important of all, any reason at all for the birds’ attacks is completely absent. They just… attack.
Then they don’t. It’s possible that repeated viewings of The X-Files has desensitized
many viewers’ need for resolution, but overall, moviegoers want to see toxic waste
in the rivers, secret genetic experiments, general abuse of birds, or whatever reason
the filmmakers give to turn the feathered ones into killers. Or better yet, mutated monsters
with lips and teeth for their beaks.
All that aside, the bottom line is that this is a Hitchcock movie,
and Hitch, even at his very worst, runs rings around many directors today. Scene after
memorable scene of the birds gathering, or attacking, or even just… sitting, make this worth it.
Bernard Hermann’s music-less score of bird sound effects was written out and conducted
just like an orchestral composition. To me, this is Hitchcock’s most suspenseful movie
overall, since even the original audience knew birds were going to attack, but when?
And how badly, in the end? The attacks are drawn out so slowly, it’s maddening, and in
a good way, if that makes sense. There are individual scenes in other movies that are more
suspenseful than any here, but not as a whole.
May American Movie Classics never fold.
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