Birdemic wasn’t the worst movie ever made. The technical execution was slightly better than Manos: the Hands of Fate, but not by much. It wasn’t as misanthropic as Coleman Francis’ work, nor was it as utterly incomprehensible as Monster a Go-Go. It was simply a bad movie that didn’t take itself too seriously.
To recap: two hopelessly inept and wooden actors enter into an awkward romance. Halfway through the movie, badly-animated birds start attacking. The birds divebomb gas stations and explode. Some urinate acid on people. We’re treated to long, expository dialogue about global warming. People die. The birds fly off. End of movie.
The movie became a cult classic. Director James Nguyen seems to be a good guy who just doesn’t mind the criticism, and he felt his movie needed a sequel. Was he right? I’ll let you decide.