The Birds (1963, dir. Alfred Hitchcock)
Yesterday, as I was walking away from my internship to the station, a bird knocked me the fuck out. This sounds very Judd Apatow, and therefore, inane. But it’s entirely true. This motherfucker just rammed his fucking claws into the back of my skull (with the power of a grown man, mind you), and then giddily and psychotically bounced in the air over my head, before eventually taking a rest stop on a goddamn yield sign. While I stood there frantically looking about like a skittish idiot, before eventually fast-walking my way across the street. We are talking the pinnacle of humiliation and fear. Thanks to a goddamn black bird. All I could think of was this movie, which prior to yesterday made me laugh, but now…now, everything’s changed…
Fucking birds.
