There’s something wonderfully innocent and magical to the story of Peter Pan. It’s probably the first great childrens’ fantasy, the first celebration and acknowledgement of the power of imagination; certainly the first many of us were exposed to. J.M. Barrie’s play delighted in all that kind of whimsy, and thus seemed made for an adaptation by Disney. Of all the Disney movies my family didn’t own, Peter Pan is the one I wound up seeing the most. It had a compelling world, enjoyable characters, pirates, fairies, flight, action, adventure, everything kids want in a magical story. A fantasy about never growing up, what kid wouldn’t like that? But it turns out, this is a film that’s a lot more grown-up than you’d think. While their parents are out for the evening, three children Wendy, John, and Michael Darling are visited by Peter Pan the magical boy who never grows up, in search of his shadow. He finds it in their nursery, and after learning that Wendy is to move out of the n