I still have a crick in my neck.... Let's begin with said crick in my neck. The camera work, which appears to have been done with no tripod, or one that could not be locked in the level position. It was like watching the campy old Batman television series during the villain scenes, as the camera was almost never level. In order to make it seem level, I had to almost constantly tilt my head slightly to the left or the right. Mostly the left. I was also amused to see the occasional finger getting in front of the lens, or the shadow of the hand blocking the lower left portion of the shot. Of the sound, much could be said, but none of it would be good. The dialogue, when it could be heard over the background noise, was trite and preachy environmentalist drivel pulled off whatever web site happened to be convenient at the time the script was written. Seldom could the actors be heard clearly, and much fun can be had in trying to make up dialogue that goes with the scene at hand.
On the plot . . . It is incoherent and inexplicable. If my neck were in less pain, I might be able to piece together some sort of explanation from the few words I could hear spoken during the film. The basic impression is that the birds of the region have gotten angry about man's use of fossil fuels and are taking their revenge by learning to hover, making airplane sounds, and taking kamikaze dives (complete with explosions upon impact) at gas stations and random buildings. Or maybe they just snapped under the pressure of being endangered species trying to reproduce enough to maintain their population.
The movie clearly has access to the fourth dimension, as the first forty minutes of it seem to take somewhere between two and sixteen hours, plodding from scene to inexplicable scene of mundane living in the life of Rod the super-software-solar-paneling salesman and part-time creepy stalker. Similarly, there is no indication of how much time passes in the movie, save that our intrepid (and mind-numbingly boring) heroes seem to keep running out of water (but never gas).
Countless slow driving scenes on side roads, endless bad editing cuts, tilted camera, awful sound quality, and anatomically impossible hovering birds with inexplicable motives rendered this movie almost intolerable, save that, with enough alcohol and a few good friends to laugh along with you, it can have some merit. Enough to earn it a 0.5, but the voting doesn't go that low.