In the movie, the stars above the ship bear no correspondence to any constellations in a real sky. Worse yet, while the heroine bobs. . . we are treated to her view of this Hollywood sky-one where the stars on the right half of the scene trace the mirror image of the stars in the left half. How lazy can you get?
Nothing is less promising than precocity. A young thistle is more like a future tree than is a young oak.