I just read Anthony Lane's review of Jumper in The New Yorker. On Hayden Christensen, he writes:
"'Star Wars' fans will remember Hayden Christensen as the young Anakin Skywalker, or, to be more accurate, as a kind of handsome void where Anakin was supposed to be. One day, I feel sure, the rich mantle of charisma will descend upon him, but 'Jumper' is not that occasion."
I can't believe George Lucas actually made this guy a star. I could've learned how to look angry and wave a light sabre, and I guarantee I wouldn't have had any problems professing my fake love—or so I would have people believe—for Natalie Portman.
(So really, I just needed a halfway decent excuse to post a picture of Natalie Portman.)