A lot of fun for a quarter.

Who knew magicians were such assholes?

In Jesse Eisenberg's major film debut, his blend of awkwardness, precociousness, and perfect comic timing are already almost fully developed. This is a memorable little story with a lot of sharp dialogue mostly delivered by Campbell Scott as his character misguidedly attempts to shepherd Eisenberg's into manhood to distract himself from his own continuing failure to grow up.

Clearly, I'm missing something. I can't fault this movie for lack of boobs, but otherwise it fell pretty flat. It certainly wasn't scary, and there seemed to be a lot of missed opportunities to be creepier. What a waste of Christopher Lee's talent for playing the bad guy.