Barry Levinson had an idea, and a pretty good one at that: take an actor, have him assume the role of a vigilante, and, as public adulation of his assumed personae escalates, blur the line between being a vigilante and acting the part. Unfortunately, the idea is all that Levinson had, because the final result — Jimmy Hollywood — is a somnolent mess (…) It’s an accurate representation of something that’s flat, uninspired, and desperately trying, and failing, to be witty and clever. — James Berardinelli