Review of Decoding Annie Parker

Last week, I was fortunate to be able to go to a special screening of Decoding Annie Parker.  I would be lying if I said this movie didn’t have an effect on me, but overall, I found it disappointing.  First, I’ll talk about the overall effect.  Then, the disappointment.  But I want to make clear from the onset.  Regardless of my disappointment, people should see this movie.  Its messages are undeniably important:

1. Scientific discovery can happen, but it takes time, money, and fearless innovators who refuse to give up.

2. The discovery of a genetic link between breast and ovarian cancer has implications beyond just the people who get those cancers.  It means there could be links between other types of cancers; it means research into cancer, cures, medicines, should never stop.

3. The benefits of what Mary Claire King discovered are countless, and by countless, I mean the thousands of women who have had prophylactic surgeries and preventative screenings so that they haven’t had to go through what Annie Parker went through.  Because King discovered that gene, many many many of us have and will live a cancer-free life.

4. Be your own health advocate.  Annie Parker KNEW there was a genetic link in her family.  She knew there was a reason her mother, her sister, and she were all affected by breast cancer.  And even though her doctors told her that her family was just “unlucky” – she didn’t listen.  She pursued what she KNEW to be true about her family, and she was right.

But back to the review.

Yes, the movie did have a profound effect on me.  I used to be a rather desensitized person, but since I went through postpartum depression in 2011, I am much more affected by anything sad in a movie or on tv, and I tend to go light ever since then.  But I felt it was important to see this movie.  I will forever be haunted by the scene where Annie, going through chemo for ovarian cancer (after already having gone through it once for breast cancer) vomits neon green sputum while crying, “it’s hurting me” and later weeps, “I want my mommy” (who has been dead for more than 30 years).  I was also disgusted by the scene where Annie’s husband, who spent the first twenty minutes of the movie (probably covering a span of ten years) engaging in nearly non-stop sex with her, tells her that after her mastectomy and chemotherapy, he can no longer touch her, has no interest in her because of “that hole” in her chest, and then basically walks out on their marriage.  I gave my husband’s hand a big squeeze during that part and said to him, in a voice way too loud for a movie theater, “I love you, and thanks for not being that asshole.”

The movie also affected me because I could see a bit of myself in Annie in her obsessive need to research genetics in order to find out what was going on with her family.  I do go through periods of time where BRCA consumes me.  I talk about it non-stop, read about it all the time, find that when I’m with my BRCA+ family, it’s all I can talk about.  I annoy myself.  Annie was the same way, and it in part drove away her husband and it nearly drover away her son.

Lastly, I was affected with profound sadness over what Annie went through because in a way, I feel guilty that she has suffered so much and I haven’t.  I sat with my parents and husband during the movie, and one of my friends from my local FORCE group also sat with us.  She said the same thing: how lucky we are that Annie suffered and we haven’t; how guilty we feel that Annie suffered and we didn’t; how guilty we feel that in our own family, at least one person suffered and/or died in order to realize that our family carries this gene – so that we haven’t had to suffer at all.

Really, the movie clearly had more of an effect on my mother, who afterward through her tears, hands loaded with tissues, embraced me with a death grip hug and wouldn’t let go despite my cries of “I didn’t go through that!  I don’t have cancer!  I’m fine!” and finally “Let go of me!”  I know it only took the idea of me going through what Parker did and that was enough for her – the DCIS that I had was even too close to it for her to think about.

My disappointment is that the movie did not really connect Parker and King in any tangible way.  The movie depicts Annie writing letters to King several times, and shows King tossing Annie’s letters into piles along with letters from many other women, presumably in similar situations; we don’t ever see King reading one of Parker’s letters.  We don’t know what those letters said.  Eventually, King’s team realizes that the key to their discovery is to look at genetic code from younger women.  But we don’t know if King ever received a DNA sample from Parker before discovering the gene (although we are told at the end of the movie that Parker is one of the first women to be tested for the BRCA1 gene) – we don’t know if it was her code that helped lead to the discovery.  Yes, there is a scene where Parker meets King at a lecture she gives in Detroit.  They talk for approximately 2 minutes.  King says, “You are a remarkable woman, Annie Parker.”  What is she talking about?  Did she read those letters?  Did those letters help her unlock the secrets of the BRCA gene?  Did Parker’s own research help King’s?  What sort of relationship did the two embark on once the BRCA gene was patented, and the two became co-advocates for BRCA+ patients? Frankly, their relationship seems rather arbitrary.  The movie was only 90 minutes long.  I would have loved to see another hour where this relationship was more fully developed.

Another huge problem with the movie is that it assumes Parker inherited her cancer mutation from her mother.  Parker’s parents both died from cancer.  It’s never made clear what type of cancer her father died from, but throughout the film, the gene is only talked about in terms of women (there is a brief moment when prostate cancer in men is mentioned).  It’s just as likely that Parker inherited her gene from her father.  The movie perpetuates the myth that BRCA mutations only happen in women and are only passed down to women by women.

Nevertheless, as I said, people should see this movie, whether or not they are BRCA+.  The acting is wonderful.  There are bits of humor among the sadness.  There is lots to learn from it.  Please, see it.  If it’s not playing at a theater near you, it’s viewable on demand through Time Warner cable, through iTunes, or through amazon at this link.





  1. You probably won’t be surprised to hear that my reaction was almost identical (with one exception noted below), especially your critique at the end. I raised the very same issue with another FORCE member about no mention of the possibility of inheriting the mutation from her father and no mention of the concept that the “breast cancer gene” could be passed from father to daughter in the Mary Claire King scenes. Very disappointing since many of us have experienced medical professionals who did not understand this.

    What’s interesting is that I didn’t have the same, strong emotional reaction to the difficult scenes showing her side effects of chemo. They didn’t bother me at all… maybe because I went through it myself and didn’t have the worst side effects. (I had others including one that almost killed me but that’s another story for another day). Or maybe because I never witnessed it with the women in my family who came before me because I didn’t live with any of them and wasn’t a caretaker.

    Seems like the Director needed a BRCA+ focus group during the editing process. Wish someone had asked.

  2. I hadn’t told you my impressions of the movie because I was interested in hearing yours, but my reaction was almost identical to yours. I also wanted to know more about the areas you mentioned and thought that while it was a well-intentioned film, its omissions and superficiality diminished its chances of attracting larger audiences and greater conversation. Yet, I want everyone to see it! I’m with your mother – holding you in her death grip was her expression of her love for you and need to hold you protectively close to her.

  3. Thanks for the review…. like you I completely appreciated some aspects of the movie, but felt that it was overly dramatized… and sometimes the humor took away from the poignancy and gift of being confronted with death. I felt a kinship with Annie Parker, I lost my mum and grandma to ovarian cancer at a young age and I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, stage 3C, before I got tested for the BRCA gene. And of course I was positive. I feel grateful that the test I did, allowed for the rest of my family to get tested. My sister and uncle are BRCA1 positive also. And my beautiful, sis, Tracey, has had preventative surgery. I cried at the part, where Annie, finally found out there was a link, that it was genetics, and she just wept and wept… my maternal lineage has been devasted by ovarian cancer, as a child I remember my mum, crying on my grans birthday, because she wasn’t here, and I have missed having my mum here to hold me through the difficult ordeal that I went through…. okay, I’m crying again now, better sign off. Thanks for your review… resonate with so much of it xoxox

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