The Birds (1963)
Go Birds! as we say in Philly. When I was a kid in the ’70s, this film was like any fact of nature: it doesn’t need you to see it. This film was always there, and looked both monumental and kind of ridiculous. If you see a bunch of birds you can go AGH THE BIRDS and throw your hands up over your head and everyone gets the reference, even if they too have made the profound error of not bothering to see this fucking awesome film until they are 50. Watch it like societal collapse from a phone booth. 5 out of 5 sacs of blood.
—J †Johnson