The film feels like the usual American 50s sf effort albeit with a very odd premise - all-powerful aliens won't end humanity due to their own moral code but they'll allow humanity to end themselves if they wish and give it the means to do so.
An intriguing idea if a little far-fetched, philosophically speaking. I don't mean the science, I mean the dilemma placed in the hands of Humanity's five representatives and the aliens' apparent motive for doing so. As plot devices go, this one is out there, way out there.
The resolution though is horrifying. Ten years ago, it would have sailed over my head but with what I've learned, about Marxism, Globalism and Malthusianism, the ending filled me with horror and revulsion.
All right-thinking people get to live, all wrong-thinking people get to die, in pain. A genocide with jubilation and a celebration as the end result. Fuck me.
This film hit me as hard as any work of fiction I have ever read or watched and it came in the form of 1950's B-movie slop. And you'd completely miss the Trojan Horse concealing pure Marxist-style murderousness unless you have learned something about how Communist utopias are meant to be created.