So I'm totally balancing on knife point IMO of Maguire's works. One moment I think he's a philosophical genius, the next a hack who's characters are all whiny, indecisive emos with daddy issues. Wicked is awesome, Son of a Witch is better then you to Lion Among Men and shit flies. I'm not even gonna prod Out of Oz with my baby toe. Yet my heart soars again reading Mirror Mirror, and only to spit on Confessions of an Ugly Step-Sister and wrinkle my nose over The Next Queen of Heaven.