I’ve been meaning to write about Finding Neverland for quite some time, but for some reason just a small outline has been stuck in my queue for months. I know that, at one time, I had salient points and a wonderful review of this poignant film. That time has passed. All I have for you now is a short, slightly-pithy synopsis, a suggestion and a declaration.

Short, slightly-pithy synopsis:
J.M. Barrie writes the play Peter Pan. Ok, so it isn’t even slightly-pithy, but it is short.

A suggestion:
This was one of the rare films I’ve seen that was actually too short. With all the exposition and beautiful film-making that went into the make-believe and imaginary scenes of the children, where was the same care for Depp’s Barrie? I would have loved to have seen his imagination at work and had a few more details about his childhood. An extra 5 or 10 minutes about his character would have really added to the direction and weight of the film.

Declaration:
Johnny Depp is the finest actor of his generation. Plain and simple. If he doesn’t win an Academy Award soon, something is seriously wrong.