Stargate is an uncomfortable Frankenstein of trickle-down economics, and  perpetual motion machine promising infinite returns as long as the last investor keeps buying in.

The deeper truth of Stargate the mediocre movie is that the “new world” we are promised is nothing more than a rehashing of old tropes and clichés, where ancient alien gods become stand-ins for our modern fantasies of domination and transcendence. In this sense, the film is not a journey to the stars, but a return to the same stale, ideological territory we’ve been fed for decades. It’s not about discovery—it’s about same old same old in a slightly different package.