I don’t know if the world needed a dark reworking of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” but if you ever wondered what that might look like, wonder no more.
This formula generally yields a specious, antiseptic procession of latter day boulevardiers slumming in Kryolan mud while expertly communicating the filmmakers’ snooty contempt for horror fans.
As luck would have it the pixiedust or space amoeba is actually a galactic monster named Yog that possesses other organisms for evil purposes, often swelling them to Brobdingnagian proportions.