Review by Eric Hillis (@hilliseric)
Directed by: Joe Wright
Starring: Levi Miller, Hugh Jackman, Garrett Hedlund, Rooney Mara, Amanda Seyfried, Kathy burke, Cara Delevingne
"Pan mixes late 20th century popular music with early 20th century bigotry, and most of the movie consists of the sort of spectacle-as-sleep-inducer set-pieces you find tacked onto the end of Marvel superhero movies."
JM Barrie's creation, Peter Pan, has gone through many screen incarnations, beginning with a 1924 silent feature. The definitive version came in 1953 in the form of Disney's animated take on the character. A 2003 live action movie proved a flop on release. The tale has been referenced in movies like The Lost Boys and Jurassic Park 3, which borrowed the clock in a croc gag. We've had a sequel to the story - Spielberg's much derided Hook - and now we have a prequel, because this is the age of the unwanted origin story, in Joe Wright's Pan, whose title has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, given the overwhelmingly negative reviews. I'm afraid to say you're about to read another one.
This early London set sequence lulls us into a false sense of security, evoking the sort of old school British charm we saw in the wonderful first installment of the ultimately ill-fated Chronicles of Narnia franchise, with a nod to the work of Powell and Pressburger for good measure. Few mainstream directors use light as a storytelling tool, but Wright employs shafts of light to create frames within the frame, directing our gaze into the screen in a way that makes use of the otherwise redundant 3D. The sequence in which the children are stolen is one of the most visually delightful you'll see all year, beams of Spielbergian light appearing through the ceiling as kids are whisked up into the hovering ship above.
Much was made of the controversial casting of Rooney Mara as the Native American Tiger Lily, but the most offensive aspect of Pan is the cowardly and duplicitous ethnic sidekick played here by Adeel Akhtar, gurning like an Asian Mantan Moreland in a trope that really has no place in 2015. It doesn't help that the character has been renamed from Smee (an Irishman in the original tale) to Sam Smiegel, and for all the world resembles the sort of 'sneaky Jew' archetype you might have seen on propaganda posters in Central Europe a century ago. Wright's movie mixes late 20th century popular music with early 20th century bigotry.