Finding Neverland

I can’t tell you how relieved I was when I discovered that this movie had NOTHING to do with Michael Jackson or his compound in the neighboring Santa Ynez Valley. I had a Great Great Grandma named Inez. She was a Native American woman, Osage tribe. My dad is 1/8th Osage. That makes me 1/16th. Not enough to go to college for free or to have ANY concept of the Native American experience. Oh yeah, I’m reviewing a movie!
Finding Neverland is sort of a Shakespeare In Love take on the guy that wrote Peter Pan. It’s sort of unfair to narrow it down to that. It’s actually quite a touching tale of friendship and imagination. Wow, I sound like a doofus. It’s true though. There have got to be a bunch of Oscar nods in there. Johnny Depp is great, as always. Kate Winslet. Hmmmm. Don’t rush me. Kate Winslet. She should be in more stuff. Dustin Hoffman was nice too. Not as strong as in Meet The Fockers, but I digress. The real stand out to me was this kid, Freddie Highmore who played Peter Davies. He will rule the world one day. OK, fine, the UK at least. I didn’t hate this movie at all!
I know that I don’t do many negative movie reviews, but I have a family and few movie going opportunities. I can’t just throw my limited movie watching time at every Fat Albert film that comes around. Besides, my people did not struggle against the white man’s Manifest Destiny and centuries of poverty on reservations so that I could see “Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle”.