A real missed opportunity. Though its well acted and designed (though bizarrely over directed, one piece of CGI has us zooming under a door crack to get into another room), a great true tale has been reduced to sentimental hooey. Once poor Kate Winslet starts hacking away with an old-fashioned case of "prognosis negative," the jig is up. Johnny Depp, as author James M. Barrie, alternately mournful or twinkling, seems to be imagining a better realization he might play. Still, whenever a bit of unadulterated PETER PAN comes by, the damn contraption takes hold of you for a bit of breathless wonder before returning us to fictional sludge.
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