There’s no real way to put it politely: Pan is bad. It’s enjoyable on some level, but this is almost exclusively due to the fact that it’s tied to a bigger mythos, one that most of us grew up with, that of the original Peter Pan legend. But as this film stands, it’s a poor addition to the bigger universe.
From the get-go, it seems like the movie has a tough time finding its “voice,” what it wants to be presented as: is it a grandiose spectacle of visual imagination? Is it a touching tale about the power of family and belief in yourself? Is it a tongue-in-cheek action/comedy? It tries so hard to smush all of these tropes into one hour-and-fifty-one-minute film that it effectively manages to fail to excel at any of these options effectively.