At my most generous, I would simply call this movie boring. If I got my claws out, I would argue that its vile use of cliche dressed up as wholesome wondermen,t and its predictable march toward faux-empathetic emotional climax is the work of lazy people who can’t engage an audience with any original sentiment. Put bluntly, the glorious scene where Neverland is “found” made my want to vomit. I violently object to this movie, mostly because it is disingenuous. A better treatise on the spirit of fantasy can be found in any single frame of the work of Terry Gilliam or Federico Fellini. A more noble investigation of children dealing with death can be found on any given episode of Oprah. This movie is shit, shit, shit.