Sometimes you make a satire about the exploitation of labor that turns into Multiplicity in space and then sort of becomes Monsters Inc. for a little bit and then the pillbugs from Nausicaa show up to reenact the climax of that movie and then SOMEHOW you predict the Trump assassination attempt, and it ultimately makes you feel a lot of things that aren’t necessarily cohesive.
Anyway, it turns out that if you’re cloned 17 times you end up sounding like some guy from Newark.