For a few scenes at least this seemed OK. Silly, but under McCarthy the premise started to become a bit of an empathy test, as his films often are. The montage of faces in the mirror is human, like a sci-fi iteration of High Maintenance.
Then the film starts to fail it's own empathy tests, casting the black man as a thug, including a trans woman for no reason except as a sight gag Ans getting strangely sexual in uncomfortable ways. These aren't bad ideas inherently, a more insightful version of this film could have worked to question and subvert these conceptions, but this isn't that film.
Then the plot kicks in and things devolve into incomprehensibility, the final five minutes a mess of ludicrous magics that feels like McCarthy laughing and hitting himself for the film he just made.
A disaster, and so much worse because it neednt have been.