Another one for the pile of mediocre whimsy nostalgic young adults will fawn for if they haven’t seen anything outside of their comfort zone, Peter Pan is a regressive and bland affair. Disney at the height of their powers is something audiences should be in awe of, not bored to tears by. Unfortunately, it becomes clearer and clearer that these 1950s glory days were a mere twinkle in the eye for those wistful many. The combined efforts of Hamilton Luske, Wilfred Jackson, and Clyde Geronimi’s direction are far from ideal. Whisking us away to Neverland, the fictional island, not the Michael Jackson ranch, Peter Pan relies heavily on its crowd of imaginative kids and wistful adults.