So I think I'm going to use this blog to continue my film reviews for whichever movies I happen to see (young and old). I'm back from Cannes, the craziness having finally ended, but damn it I think I'm addicted to film reviewing.
I'm currently watching Hitchcock's The Birds so I think I'll do a little write-up.
It seems Hitchcock could make a film about massing, attacking pieces of toast, and it would still scare the hell out of me. Actually, that sounds about like a Shyamalan film, but we all know that fool couldn't even begin to pull off evil birds.
The arrival of Tippi Hedren's character Melanie Daniels to Bodega Bay, California spurs a sudden onslaught of bird attacks that escalates at just the right degree. The Master of Suspense is really on his A-game here. There's the right amount of waiting paired against sudden horror. The climax of the film will always give me chills simply because I still can't believe it was made so many years ago. Even if the terror doesn't strike you, watching what Hitchcock does as a filmmaker is striking enough. Everything is planned like a perfect maneuver. All angles work together to create the feeling of claustrophobia or panic or anxiety.
The Birds is a testament to Hitchcock's prowess and stands with the best of his canon.
