When my youngest daughter (13 years old) and I were on vacation this summer in Parksville, BC, we decided to go to an outdoor showing of the movie Home. She had already seen it with my ex and the other woman, Janice Andrews.
The movie started at dusk which happened to be 9:56 p.m. It was held at a huge park near the ocean. It was very busy with people and cars and there was a lot going on around the park including a sand castle/sculpture competition and a huge playground/water park area. We set up our chairs, blankets and snacks with friends of ours (another mom and her 2 kids, one who is my daughter’s best friend) who were also vacationing in Parksville.
Just before the movie was about to start my daughter decided she needed to go to the bathroom. I didn’t want her to go alone so I said I would come with her. Just when we were at the edge of the park the movie started to play. She said, “Mom, you need to see the beginning. You stay.” I looked around to see if there might be a bathroom closer, even a port-a-potty, as the bathrooms we went to before we set up were really far away and it was now dark. There was nothing. I hesitated and told her that I didn’t feel great about her going alone but she said, “Just wait here” and she ran off.
As soon as she left I regretted letting her go. She didn’t have her phone with her and I didn’t have mine with me. I was afraid she wouldn’t even be able to find the bathroom. I considered running after her but had a quick vision of her deciding not to go alone and coming back to find me not in my spot. Then while the minutes passed I contemplated going to meet her but didn’t want to miss her in case we took different paths. I tried to focus on what was happening at the start of the movie as my daughter obviously felt it was important but I kept turning to look for her. In probably less than 10 minutes she was back. I told her that I was so relieved to see her, regretted letting her go alone and that I was so grateful she was back safely. She said it was scary and she ran the entire way.
Interestingly enough, the movie ran 2 parallel themes of what I just experienced. One theme involved a young daughter, Tip, who had been separated from her mom after the Boov invaded Earth. Tip hated The Boov for taking her mom from her and did everything to hurt them, stop them and escape them. The Boov are selfish, lying, aliens who displaced all humans for their own self-interest. They were so self-absorbed they weren’t even kind to other Boov in their own species.
Then there is The Gorg. The Gorg was chasing The Boov because the leader of the Boov stole an egg containing the last of the Gorg species.
After the movie, I was reflecting on the commentary and wondered if my ex and Janice were at all uncomfortable with this theme as they watched with my daughter. After all, they destroyed family. My daughter and I talked about this as we walked back to our car. We talked about how she would do anything to track me down if we were separated from each other and I told her that I would be like the Gorg and would never stop searching for her. Then we discussed that Janice was like The Boov. It made no difference to her that my ex had a wife and kids. She was self-seeking and lied and schemed to her own husband to go after what she wanted.
This movie gave us a nickname for Janice Andrews. Now we just call her “The Boov”.