The schedule is questionable. As if in Painta, Hindu schoolboys were penciling the film.
LGBT+ feminism is off the charts. Apparently, in the future, a matriarchy is planned, where men are only needed for DNA transfer, and then it is not necessary that flowers can reproduce on the right planets. Well, to merge with machines is a plus in the direction of transhumanism.
Sci-Fi suffers too. Creatures with over-power abilities. I would never believe evolution would allow such an imbalance. Why would a telepathic being who feeds at the expense of others be able to integrate other beings into his body, and also have telekinesis and control gravity? That's just crazy. In this scenario, there would be no one else on the planet, only this species.
In general, the authors try to show harmony, and everywhere there is one imbalance. What is the only half of the series dedicated to the hatching man, whose role is only to put a seed. Like a deep existential philosophy? Well, well, unless it's under the drugs.
Well, all these disgusting psychedelic images from the bad trip of hard drugs put the final dirty, slimy, sticky black dot.