In today’s day and age that everyone likes to think is where
the practice of rampant recycling of media to create movies started, said
recycling can take different forms. One of these is the oh-so-awesome prequel,
easily the least successful of all of them. I mean, when online lists of the
‘best’ film prequels frequently bring up Star Wars, you know that the standards
for quality aren’t exactly high amongst this pedigree. An offspring of this is
the origin story, a film based around a beloved franchise character and how
they became the one that we love to this day. Of course, once again, recent
examples of this aren’t too promising: X-Men Origins Wolverine managed to ruin
the reputation of more than just the title character, Dumb And Dumberer was
about as pointless as you can get and Maleficent, while I personally liked it,
was a major flop with critics and audiences. Hell, bring up the words ‘horror
movie prequel’ in a crowded room and someone is bound to re-enact one of them
using you as the victim; some people take this stuff a little too seriously. With all this in mind,
ever since today’s film was announced as an origin story for that legendary
Lost Boy Peter Pan, I was immediately sceptical (A shocking development, I
know) about how well it would work out. And then I actually saw the thing… oh
boy.
