The Lost Girls

After watching, you may well wish that Peter Pan could be re-copyrighted to be kept out of the hands of anyone inclined to make this much of a mess of it.

The casting is amazing... But then De Paolis goes and casts herself as the namesake and granddaughter of Redgrave’s Wendy and, with a screenplay as awkward as her acting, no amount of fairy dust can help her rise to the level of her stellar cast.

Incoherently directed, thematically muddled, and poorly acted, writer/director/producer/star Livia De Paolis’ drama The Lost Girls should have stayed on the page.

The film is dedicated to mothers and daughters, but the relationships between all the mothers and daughters are so strained and strange as to defy real human behavior in this inauthentic, airless, and tortuously tangled film.

Those poor viewers willing to take on this Freudian tale and its dialogue rivaling “The Room” must brave a ludicrous slog for crumbs.

The ambition cannot be faulted. But it’s marred by oh-so-many flaws.

Amidst a flood of remakes and sequels, it’s easily one of the most original movies you’re likely to see this year.

The movie is a narrative and thematic mess...

Stretching the limits of the Peter Pan mythology, this ill-conceived spinoff with a contemporary feminist twist never achieves the desired emotional impact.

[A] sad misfire...a dark, muddled take on the Peter Pan syndrome that never conveys its themes with much clarity or insight.