This movie had a lot of really fine qualities to it: the child actors, the comic and Mary Poppins-esquire look of old London, the sense of wonder. What bothered me more than anything else was the music. The climactic scenes of love between Peter and Wendy were nice with lyrical oboe solos, but I don't understand why the director insisted on music being written throughout the entire movie, which had the affect of overkill. I don't need a John Williams sound to remind me of what childhood imagination was like, nor do I need it to feel lighthearted, humorous, or to accentuate every dramatic moment in the movie. Many scenes could have used silence, and that would have made the love scenes, and the climactic battle scene (with granted, appropriately exciting accompaniment) more meaningful.
Review of Peter Pan
