"Unveiling a mean and moody Tobey Maguire is roughly as convincing as asking Norah Jones to rap. Dumbest of all is the change of hair style, as Peter stops combing his bangs sideways and lets them flop down over his brow. He looks like the bronze medalist in a teen-age Hitler-impersonation contest."
Which VH1's BestWeekEver.com promptly illustrates, viz:
Read Mr. Lane's complete review here.
Do I agree? Doesn't matter. The film blew it for me the moment Tobey Maguire began strutting like, you know, a bronze medalist in an overage John Travolta-impersonation contest. Mr. Maguire is one of my favorite actors in the world, dating back to "Pleasantville." Desecration, Sam Raimi, desecration.