by Emmi Kurowski

This was difficult. Unsettling, even. I was cooped up in a claustrophobic cage for five days; a cage known as the Cinema Immersion Tank (here’s looking at you, Matt Sloan), with Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds. As a huge Hitchcock fan, this was the only one I so easily dismissed (not including Frenzy, which is ew) only seeing it once previously some 20 years ago. It was the one after Psycho with the unknown bodacious blonde babe, the lead dude who isn’t even remotely cute who wears cargo pants and an ascot (?), and the ending that explains nothing.