This is one of those movies that's just so incomparably inept, that it's utterly brilliant. There is not one single element of this film that could even remotely be called 'ept'. From the acting to the sound editing, to the not-even-remotely special effects, this film feels like it was done by someone who had absolutely no idea what the heck they were doing...and yet, it all works wonderfully. Years back, I hosted a screening of this film in a bar, and about twenty minutes in, someone came up to me and asked, "Does it get any better?" To which I responded, "no. keep watching". When the final credits were rolling, she came back up to me and said, "Thank you so much." I don't even know how many times I've watched this film, but it's just as magical and incomprehensible with each viewing as it was the very first time I saw it. Yes, there are those out there that don't get the appeal of this film, but there are those out there that don't "get" children; and that's what this is, a child of a film, with food all over its face, and freshly filled diaper. Truly amazing. As I type these words, one of the musical numbers is dancing through my head like a party guest that's had a bit too much to drink, but you just can't bring yourself to kick them out. If you appreciate the wonderfully awful and have yet to see this, hunt it down immediately, if not sooner. glory awaits.
When a couple goes on a romantic weekend to a small northern California town, they discover the area is being attacked by large flocks of birds.