Panning Peter

   I just finished watching the live version of  "Peter Pan" and, counting Brian Williams, that makes at least two viewers who made it through the  big snore.   I admit that I never did care for the story anyway.  I think my introduction to Peter took place at my grandmother's house when Matt had brought home a Sunday newspaper which had some article in the comic section, and Helen read us the story.   I never quite understood the plot line, and even now, I'm not quite sure about the Tiger Lily character.  I probably should read the book.  
     For a live performance, the acting was okay, though I think Allison kept lapsing in and out of a British accent, the father  couldn't settle on either playing his strictness straight, or  turning his role into self parody, and I saw the dog being bribed with a treat to lure him into jumping on the father.  And  then poor Nana  was punished for it! Way back then I didn't like the dog's name either: I didn't get it.  Also, the actress who played Wendy outperformed the one playing Peter, though in that nightgown she looked pregnant.  The whole production just seemed so darn silly.  Bah, Humbug.