Well, that IS hard to not see, isn’t it…?
There are two things, strictly speaking, to be uncomfortable with in the event of a scenario wherein you are watching ‘Terror Of The Vervoids’ with your mom. And if you think about it, they both run along the same basic thread.
The first is when your mom keeps asking you why the lady scientist seems so familiar, and you try to explain to her who she is in the Bond canon without actually having to say her name out loud.
The second, is when you realize what the Vervoids look like, and your mom wonders why you keep snickering whenever you see them.
(It’s possible that she doesn’t know anyway; I mean, she grew up in a different time, before Betty Friedan and hand mirrors…)
The point is, whoever was in charge of design was either a diabolical genius or had some really, really deep seeded issues to work out, and for that I think we can all be grateful…
Pryorball. 