Despite my son's pleas to see Pan's Labyrinth, the fact that the child-eating demon who keeps his eyeballs on a plate can still give me nightmares means he's going to have to wait a looooong time until that viewing. Ever-helpful Netflix suggested a family friendly alternative: the 1970s Disney schlockfest Escape to Witch Mountain, in which little orphans Tony and Tia seek their destiny. The film's main message seems to be that, unlike anything Charles Dickens or J. K. Rowling might have suggested, orphanages and foster families are wonderful things, abounding in love and growth opportunities (the former are especially good, watched over by grandmotherly figures and situated in cheerful mansions with mountain views). Also, when the kids do run away, the open road is full of crusty but lovable father figures like Eddie Albert rather than serial killers and pedophiles as we would expect.
Anyway, what my son realized long before I did is that the film is a retelling of the story of the Green Children. In this case the aliens arrived from another world in a spinning metallic flying saucer (oh I love the 70s), and they were never green ... but the boy and girl found themselves in an unfamiliar culture where they could not speak the language and had to be slowly assimilated, never quite blending into their new world. The happy ending here that the medieval version lacks is that a portly uncle eventually arrives to put them back in the saucer and take them to the colony on Witch Mountain.
I didn't have the the stamina to let me son know that it was a double DVD with Return from Witch Mountain included. I do have limits.