Crafted to the tune of $10,000 and Ed Wood, this film is called "Birdemic." Here we have talons, blood, and shotguns-- all set against the trappings of a bucolic California town. After a cool rejection from the Sundance Festival, director James Nguyen took to driving around Park City with a vendetta and bird cacophony pumping from his stereo. Nights, he screened his film in post-festival party bars and filed for a U.S. trademark. His enterprise has not gone unrewarded: "Birdemic" is currently on a midnight run at the IFC Center, in New York, and its director can now legally bill himself as The Master of the Romantic Thriller TM.
You've seen this film before, but never like this. GET IT.
For more avian shock! and terror! see: Emi Brady.
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