The Birds (1963)

Hitchcock part 2. This time, pure horror without any rational basis. An apocalyptic what if scenario, the pent up primal fury of our feathered friends unleashed here on a small coastal town. This opening sequence, is stark, blunt and deeply unsettling, the absence of music replaced by the fluttering of wings, alien chirping, screeching and whistles, a winged conspiracy- the everyday, the mundane turned on it’s head. In this stories universe, our complacency feeds our destruction. There is no explanation here. No reason or logic that can save us.