I'm constantly struck by the imagery of the giant warrior from Nausicaa. There is a timeline or a reality where this worked, but they couldn't help themselves. They woke the beast up the second it was even halfway possible and now it's tearing itself apart in self-destructive blasts because the whole thing was under-cooked (and probably the completely wrong direction to begin with).

If there's any consolation here it's that hopefully this has soured enough people on the idea that a second effort won't even get off the ground. I hope ...