It gets tiresome watching movies of dysfunctional families that try to find their way to normalcy. Our culture has lost that sweet spirit and moral sense of values we once had more of, and this movie is the quintessential product of it. We would not show it to our children and the movie was bad enough that we just tossed it in the trash. Even so-so movies usually wind up down on the bottom shelf. Not this one – out in the garbage.
Seldom has so much talent (and MONEY!) been wasted on such unentertaining silliness.
Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman, Maggie Smith, Julia Roberts, Bob Hoskins–it is painful to watch them cope with the bad writing, overemoting, over-elaborate (and dull) sets, and just general aimlessness of this picture.
Everybody works REALLY hard, and the strain shows.
The fun seems forced, the situations pointless, the message ham-handed, and the music–oh, my goodness–the music is the most syruppy mess this side of “Pearl Harbor.”
We got a great history, almost a legend. Then they take RObin Williams (ridiculous as ever!) to be Peter Pan! They must have thinked :”what a great different idea, how we are brilliant!” But they just destroyed the history, making two hours of torment watching this lousy picture, whre even Julia Roberts doesn’t save herself.!
This movie is SO disappointing, in so many ways — it never delivers on the promise instantly created by putting Peter Pan and Steven Spielberg, our own dream-weaver, together. The Never-Land you see here is so crass, it looks cheap and part of a Disney theme-park rip-off. Robin Williams displays his usual energy, but the role is horribly underwritten. The inclusion of hip Lost Boys who skate-board and wear punk clothing seems badly mis-informed; these characters should never, ever be contemporary as in TODAY — they exist in a magical, if sad, place where they will never change. And Julia Roberts flutters in for a few strange, and, for me, upsetting scenes, in which Tinkerbell becomes human-scale. Dustin Hoffman has no fun with his Hook, who is so preeningly self-aware that he becomes instantly annoying. Children will be bored out of their skulls. The one and only reason to watch this movie, or at the very least the first 40 minutes, is to see Maggie Smith in the perfectly shot London/Christmastime sequences — I believed I was on my way to a magic place during these early scenes. Smith’s reading of her small but essential part transports you, as do the details of a small hook-shaped window latch, and a townhouse that looks precisely like the place where Wendy, John and Michael first took flight.
It gets tiresome watching movies of dysfunctional families that try to find their way to normalcy. Our culture has lost that sweet spirit and moral sense of values we once had more of, and this movie is the quintessential product of it. We would not show it to our children and the movie was bad enough that we just tossed it in the trash. Even so-so movies usually wind up down on the bottom shelf. Not this one – out in the garbage.
Seldom has so much talent (and MONEY!) been wasted on such unentertaining silliness.
Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman, Maggie Smith, Julia Roberts, Bob Hoskins–it is painful to watch them cope with the bad writing, overemoting, over-elaborate (and dull) sets, and just general aimlessness of this picture.
Everybody works REALLY hard, and the strain shows.
The fun seems forced, the situations pointless, the message ham-handed, and the music–oh, my goodness–the music is the most syruppy mess this side of “Pearl Harbor.”
Even the special effects are less than special.
All in all, very uncomfortable to sit through.
My son disliked it so much he turned it off halfway thru.
Very misguided work.
We got a great history, almost a legend. Then they take RObin Williams (ridiculous as ever!) to be Peter Pan! They must have thinked :”what a great different idea, how we are brilliant!” But they just destroyed the history, making two hours of torment watching this lousy picture, whre even Julia Roberts doesn’t save herself.!
This movie is SO disappointing, in so many ways — it never delivers on the promise instantly created by putting Peter Pan and Steven Spielberg, our own dream-weaver, together. The Never-Land you see here is so crass, it looks cheap and part of a Disney theme-park rip-off. Robin Williams displays his usual energy, but the role is horribly underwritten. The inclusion of hip Lost Boys who skate-board and wear punk clothing seems badly mis-informed; these characters should never, ever be contemporary as in TODAY — they exist in a magical, if sad, place where they will never change. And Julia Roberts flutters in for a few strange, and, for me, upsetting scenes, in which Tinkerbell becomes human-scale. Dustin Hoffman has no fun with his Hook, who is so preeningly self-aware that he becomes instantly annoying. Children will be bored out of their skulls. The one and only reason to watch this movie, or at the very least the first 40 minutes, is to see Maggie Smith in the perfectly shot London/Christmastime sequences — I believed I was on my way to a magic place during these early scenes. Smith’s reading of her small but essential part transports you, as do the details of a small hook-shaped window latch, and a townhouse that looks precisely like the place where Wendy, John and Michael first took flight.