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Dec. 16, 1991: Spoiled Brainchild
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Dec. 16, 1991 The Smile of Freedom
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
CINEMA, Page 74
Spoiled Brainchild
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<p>By Richard Schickel
</p>
<qt>
<l>HOOK</l>
<l>Directed by Steven Spielberg</l>
<l>Screenplay by Jim V. Hart and Malia Scotch Marmo</l>
</qt>
<p> A Peter Pan who works days as a mergers and acquisitions
lawyer? Whose cellular phone is practically grafted to his ear?
Who is--pause here for J.M. Barrie to shift in his grave--afraid of flying?
</p>
<p> Welcome to '90s revisionism run riot. And, assuming such
a well-loved tale actually needs to be made more relevant for
today's audience, a not unpromising conceit. Robin Williams is
a Peter Unprincipled, grounded in all the latest guilts and
anxieties. He has a new surname (Banning) and a wife and two
kids he neglects, owing to the press of the greed business. He
is also afflicted by a convenient case of amnesia. He knows he's
an orphan, but he can't remember anything that happened before
"Gran Wendy" (Maggie Smith) arranged for his adoption by an
American couple. Namely, he can't remember that he passed his
preadolescent years wearing a little green tunic and a silly
hat.
</p>
<p> Unfortunately, it requires a great whirring and clanking
of plot machinery to make us believe this Peter is the One True
Peter. The sounds of still more noisy manufacturing accompany
the creation of a father-offspring conflict and the maneuvering
of the Banning clan back to Gran's house. There, the children
are bedded down near a familiar open window, through which they
can be conveniently abducted by Captain Hook (Dustin Hoffman).
In due course Banning will be conducted through the same window
by his old friend Tinkerbell (Julia Roberts). His mission is to
rescue his kids, but that gives him the chance to prove he's
really a caring male (a Bly, if not entirely blithe, spirit) and
to rediscover his true, spritely identity.
</p>
<p> Whew. No wonder the guy has trouble getting off the
ground. He's carrying too much baggage. And so is Steven
Spielberg's movie, which starts out deceptively, that is,
wonderfully, with a school production of the original Peter Pan--cardboard scenery and sweetly earnest little players, faces
scrunched by the effort of remembering their lines. This is the
director at his formidable best, tenderly evoking the spirit of
childhood.
</p>
<p> A wild surmise leaps up: maybe Hook is going to be a true
work of the imagination, something quick and wildly
improvising, like a child's account of a made-up adventure. But
the real function of this sequence is to provide a humble
contrast to the excesses that follow, rendering the
well-publicized gazillions that have been lavished on Hook all
the more impressive.
</p>
<p> The special effects--they mostly involve flying--have
a nice, tossed-off air about them. The sets are spectacular,
but their scale and luxe become oppressive. And they impose a
peculiar burden on the director. He has a terrific way with
action sequences, a genius for inventive detail that reads
clearly even at his preferred pace, which is warp speed. But
even he has to strain to fill these spaces; and his resort to
a food fight, symbolizing Peter's rebonding with his old pals,
the Lost Boys, is dismal and realized without conviction.
</p>
<p> Since so many of Spielberg's movies have dealt with
abandoned or abducted children (Close Encounters of the Third
Kind, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, Empire of the Sun,
just to name the top of the line), no one can doubt the
director's emotional attachment to his material. It's just that
he has chosen the wrong way to demonstrate it. In effect, he has
spoiled his brainchild rotten. Hook is not bratty, which might
at least have been fun. It's stuffy, like one of those
overdressed rich kids, standing forlorn in the corner at a
party, afraid of ripping his clothes.
</p>
<p> John Williams' score, all thunder, lightning and
self-importance, reinforces the film's charmlessness, and
Hoffman's Hook emblematizes it. He's broody and self-absorbed,
utterly gleeless in his villainy. But then even Robin Williams,
that freest of comic spirits, never has a truly antic moment.
Roberts, as Tinkerbell, is luckier than her co-stars. Her
character has no obligation to try to fill the already
overstuffed screen. Couldn't possibly do it anyway, since she's
only a wee little fairy, a couple of inches tall. But Roberts
is ingenuous, unaffected and what Hook is only some of the time--light on her wings.
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