An unnatural disaster!
We’re introduced to lovely but inadequately briefed actors who appear confused. They struggle with interminable scenes of redundant, self-iterating and rhetorical dialogue. The toxic birds show up at the halfway mark without build-up and in the middle of a sex scene interrupted and ruined by at least 4 consecutive establishing shots. What follows is much worse than the futile first act filler…
Late in the game, we get to understand why the birds are angry, explode upon collision and spit acid that looks more like feces. The creature effects have the amplitude of a pre-school crafting project; a collection of compressed images combined with what seems like composited film loops. An early live news broadcast with an embedded stock video watermark hints us at the awkward artistic shortcut.
You’ll neither find shock nor terror, here. This film is preachy and visibly made by a committed author with an environmental theory. The dialogue is terrible, the captured audio is raw, sporadically noisy and the score is reminiscent of cheap vintage pornography. It is poorly written, paced, blocked, shot and edited, yet give it a try and you won’t be able to look away!