Any resemblance between this and the original story by Daphne DuMaurier and the film by Alfred Hitchcock is purely a rotten egg, an absolutely foul attempt to tie in to one of the great horror films of the 1960's. This has a few elements very similar to the original story, not just the presence of Tippy Hedren in a pointless role, but the presence of an old man very similar to the old lady who revealed the secret of the birds. But there's nothing to compare with the original classic as it has been modernized, and that is not a good thing.
Blame everything not on the birds here but the uninteresting story involving another family that you are supposed to automatically love because they've been through tragedy (the death of a son) and they have two cute adorable little girls. Little girls, no. Little monsters, yes, absolutely annoying in every way, not because little girls are annoying in general, but because they were written to be coy and cute and end up being screeching obnoxious little vultures you can't find anything to like about. When they rescue a little finch who escapes then comes back with a bunch of attacking birds, it's hard not to wish that the birds do their best to ruffle some feathers.
Brad Johnson and Chelsea Field do as directed as the parents, and while they aren't horrible, they just don't warrant empathy because they are your typical cookie cutter movie parents that audiences have just gotten sick of. This is less about survival than it is about being forced into these character's lives, and the presence of local photographer James Naughton to insert some tension in their marriage just is gag inducing. A reference to the goings on in the original movie as a real life event seems far too forced, and this just seems completely unnecessary. Like rotten eggs, the puns to describe this horrible film just lay themselves.
Blame everything not on the birds here but the uninteresting story involving another family that you are supposed to automatically love because they've been through tragedy (the death of a son) and they have two cute adorable little girls. Little girls, no. Little monsters, yes, absolutely annoying in every way, not because little girls are annoying in general, but because they were written to be coy and cute and end up being screeching obnoxious little vultures you can't find anything to like about. When they rescue a little finch who escapes then comes back with a bunch of attacking birds, it's hard not to wish that the birds do their best to ruffle some feathers.
Brad Johnson and Chelsea Field do as directed as the parents, and while they aren't horrible, they just don't warrant empathy because they are your typical cookie cutter movie parents that audiences have just gotten sick of. This is less about survival than it is about being forced into these character's lives, and the presence of local photographer James Naughton to insert some tension in their marriage just is gag inducing. A reference to the goings on in the original movie as a real life event seems far too forced, and this just seems completely unnecessary. Like rotten eggs, the puns to describe this horrible film just lay themselves.