The Remake of Alfred Hitchcocks' 1963 classic The Birds is playing everywhere.
The original film was itself in select theaters across the country last night, part of TMC's special release of old blockbusters, and sure enough it entertained big screen audiences even as it did 49 years ago with the sudden, furious and even deadly attacks of gulls and crows on all manner of people in Bodega Bay, California, from school children to seamen to small town teacher and high society playgirl. It is too dated, too corny, to scare anymore, but it does entertain and often simply amuses for the cliches and the over-acting.
The remake is actually on the small screen, and is a serialization unfolding over many weeks as the Manhattan-Beltway media elite play the tole of the birds and the intended victims are all in Beantown, all part of Team Romney. Wave after wave of unprovoked attacks which began with isolated incidents of one or two journalists soon grew into mass attacks such as happened during Mitt Romney's London trip, and then into the full-fledged bird frenzies following Romney's press conference ten days ago on the appeasement-infused Cairo Embassy statements on the evils of free speech in America and then following the surfacing of the so-called secret video that had been shopped across the lefty-shpere for two weeks before finding a willing purveyor of old news disguised as new news in David Corn and Mother Jones.
Even previously well-liked and well-cared for birds caught the madness.
The remake is different though. Mitt Romney isn't driving away defeated. No one in the Beantown version of Bodega Bay is driving away. The birds are increasingly seen as pests, ludicrous, loud and absurdly ambitious pests. One character in the original --the elderly ornithologist Mrs. Bundy, played by Ethel Griffies-- says these birds have "brain pans too small to organize a war on people." She was wrong about the 1963 version. She is right abut the 2012 remake.
The birds of Campaign 2012 gather every morning and migrate from their staging ground in Chicago to their targets where they then repeat and repeat and repeat their screeches and caws as they flap their wings with increasing ferocity, flying against the various windows of the lives of ordinary Americans.
The flocks have very little to say about the murder of our ambassador in Libya and about who perpetrated it much less about what ought to have been done to prevent that but which wasn't done.
The flocks have very little to say about the president jetting off to Las Vegas on the day the news of the awful murders occurred in order to raise funds and glasses to the campaign's success.