I AM told that the antique computer game “Pacman” provides the seed from which the “Angry Birds” game grew.

Adapting “Pacman” with modernisation, vocalisation, colourisation and dramatisation, writer Jon Vitti and co-directors Clay Kaytis and Fergal Reilly may have given it sparkle but those improvements, if they be such, create a sinister undertone of which the young are probably unaware and adults may find uncomfortable.

“The Angry Birds Movie” has a simple plot. The only inhabitants of a tiny island in a big ocean are birds, of all colours, shapes and sizes, a peaceable society that reproduces by the usual bird method and believes it is the only society in the universe. Not surprising, because none of them can fly.

Well, there is one exception. The eagle can fly. But he’s so puffed up with his own importance and power-to-weight ratio that he doesn’t bother. When a shipload of piggies lands on the island and gets stuck in to stealing the eggs to stop the birds’ population growth, only three valiant birds, all attending an anger-management course, have the determination to oppose them. The invaders succeed until the three, supported at last by the eagle, come to the rescue in a mighty battle that sees the piggies reduced to domestic servants.

The US exports its pervasive cultural imperialism to just about every corner of the globe. This scenario rings discordant bells for those with the wit to hear them.

At Palace Electric, Capitol 6 and Hoyts