The reviews split evenly, and the split runs along a date line. Critics writing in 1991 mostly find the film overstuffed; those returning to it decades later are warmer, treating it as a personal Spielberg film about memory and fatherhood rather than a children’s spectacle. Where there is praise, it clusters on the cast: Dustin Hoffman’s comic Hook and Bob Hoskins’s Smee are singled out repeatedly, Robin Williams is credited with inhabiting the lead, and John Williams’s score is mentioned approvingly even by those who dislike the film.
The reservations are about size. Most critics describe the Neverland sets as cluttered and theme-park-like, and several complain that slapstick and sentiment crowd out the story. The spread is wide: The New Yorker calls it a failure in almost every way, while Collider ranks it above every other Peter Pan adaptation, and Little White Lies argues it is a film for adults rather than children. Few in the middle sound enthusiastic.
