It might've been temperature dream, however, fever dreams makes more sense. I'd heard the legend of Birdemic: Shock and Terror -- a movie allegedly so bad it has quickly be a contender for that worst film available -- although not until I sitting lower for any viewing did I recognize how profoundly I'd be changed.
Directed through the self-announced "Master from the Romantic Thriller(TM)", James Nguyen, the film informs the storyplot of two enthusiasts (Alan Bagh and Whitney Moore) whose small, Northern California town turns into a front line within the environmental war whenever a flock of eco-conscious (as well as remarkably volatile) eagles and vultures choose to vent their fury with explosive, kamikaze attacks and acidity-laced spit (or even poop -- it's difficult to inform). Clearly a labor of affection because of its creator, who cites Hitchcock's The Wild birds as inspiration (and who also is the owner of a sandwich shop), it really is a lot more: a catalog of wooden acting and awkward breaks, an accident-course in pork-fisted editing and actionless action sequences and many especially, a effects feast that features numerous sequences laptop or computer-produced, screen-saving idea avians menacing (if by "menacing" one means flapping their poorly patterned wings while hanging staticly on screen) their helpless sufferers.
I briefly shared my spiritual transformation on the recent episode from the Cinefantastique Spotlight, and was quickly approached by beabetterbooktalker.com's Andrea Lipinski and author Kevin Lauderdale, who had also had their consciousnesses elevated with this singular, motion picture landmark. So, within the true spirit from the April Fool, we've got together one evening to witness, and consequently emerged with Mighty Movie's Temple of Bad, a vital study of the transcendentally awful that could be a regular feature, when the heavens allow.
