The Angry Birds Movie is a hateful film. This isn't just a poor movie, although it certainly is that, but rather an experience which left me perplexed at what could possibly have gone through the mind of the studio who commissioned this.

   The hero of this film, Red (Jason Sudekis), is a blowhard, an entitled male angry at the direction the modern world is progressing in, and, to put it bluntly, something of a xenophobe. It wouldn't be inconceivable to imagine him hosting his own talk radio show in which he extols the virtues of Donald Trump. Everything about life angers Red but nothing more so than when a bunch of pigs appear on his island's shore offering their hand in friendship.

   Whilst the rest of the inhabitants of Bird Islands welcome their new kin with open arms, Red knows the truth - these foreigners are swine! The pigs refuse to assimilate to the culture of their new home county and, as Red can intuit, must certainly be up to no good. They look shifty and some have beards so he must be right.

   Anyone waiting for directors Clay Kaytis and Fergal Reilly to pull the rug from under our feet, to give us a story in which Red must overcome his own intolerance as he seeks redemption, will be shocked by the sequence of events which follow. The pigs' plan, we soon learn, is to steal all of Bird Island's eggs - the porcine villains, you see, are romantically attracted to the unborn offspring of the nation they've invaded. This is taking the fantastical right-wing narrative of foreign pedophile rapists swarming our countries and multiplying it by an extraordinary amount. That the moral of the story is to always be suspicious of outsiders, that their plans are more perverted than one could ever imagine, is borderline incendiary given the global political climate we currently live in.

   Having witnessed this bizarre, impossibly problematic story-line developed, I was left entirely baffled as to why Rovio Entertainment would want their gaming brand to be associated with such an evil and hurtful narrative. Yet, I will give the makers of the film the benefit of the doubt and assume they haven't created such a hateful allegory on purpose - the poor pacing, plotting, script and editing makes me assume that just as little care has been taken on the ideology of the movie as the practical consideration. By the end of the 97 minutes of movie, I wasn't just angry. I was apoplectic.