Escape to Witch Mountain (cursed Disney)

Okay so the 1975 one was weird enough, but last night I watched the 1995 one and hoo boy. That shit was freaky-deaky, and that is a technical term.

Can't recommend either movie as art, but they're both pretty interesting snapshots of their times. One meets a viewer with 70s hippie crap, and it's fascinating how many scenes would be written completely differently in a post-stranger danger world. The 90s remake is notable for adding so many 90s-isms (everything from indigo child-coded woo to a mystical hobo), as well as incestuous undertones that'd make a Folgers marketing exec blush.

So, then, Escape To Witch Mountain

Thanks, Disney!