Tobey Maguire May Be a Psychotic Douche
Up today on Vanity Fair is an excerpt from Molly Bloom’s book, Molly’s Game: From Hollywood’s Elite to Wall Street’s Billionaire Boys Club, My High-Stakes Adventure in the World of Underground Poker. It documents her time running a high-stakes poker game for celebrities and wealthy people in the Viper Room, and if the rest of the book is half as interesting as the excerpt, it’s bound to be a fascinating insight into particular celebrities who like to gamble for huge sums of money.
She only uses first names, but some of the celebrities named are obvious: Ben Affleck, Leo DiCaprio, and Tobey Maguire. From the four-page excerpt provided Affleck and DiCaprio seem as you’d expect them to seem: Likable and friendly.
Tobey Maguire, on the other hand, not so much. He seems to be akin to the villain of the novel: A controlling dick who won the most money and left the smallest tips. While it was Molly’s weekly game, Tobey clearly had a lot of control over it. At one point, he brought his $17,000 card-shuffling machine and insisted it be used, but then insisted on charging Molly a $200 rental fee each time it was. He always left the smallest tips, and when he lost, he blew his cool.
One particular scene in the excerpt stands out. It was a very, very high stakes poker game that included Affleck, where the buy-in was $50,000 and the amount of money on the table at one point was $2 million. Maguire, however, was not having a good night, but after knocking out one of the players, Jamie, he decided to assert his power over Molly, who I should mention was a 26-year-old cocktail waitress before she began putting these games together.
“You have to cut Jamie off, you know.”
“I know,” I said, counting Tobey’s chips.
He held a thousand-dollar chip in his hand. He flipped it over a couple times in his fingers.
“This is yours,” he said, holding it out.
“Thanks, Tobey,” I said, reaching my hand out.
He yanked the chip back at the last second.
“If … ” he said. “If you do something to earn these thousand dollars.” His voice was loud enough that some of the guys looked up to see what was happening.
I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.
“What do I want you to do?” he said, as if he were pondering.
The whole table was watching us now.
“I know!” he said. “Get up on that desk and bark like a seal.”
I looked at him. His face was lit up like it was Christmas Eve.
“Bark like a seal who wants a fish,” he said.
I laughed again, stalling, hoping he would play the joke out by himself and leave.
“I’m not kidding. What’s wrong? You’re too rich now? You won’t bark for a thousand dollars? Wowwww … you must be really rich.”
My face was burning. The room was silent.
“C’mon,” he said, holding the chip above my head. “BARK.”
“No,” I said quietly.
“No?” he asked.
“Tobey,” I said, “I’m not going to bark like a seal. Keep your chip.”
My face was on fire. I knew he would be angry, especially because he had now engaged the whole audience, and I wasn’t playing his game. I was embarrassed, but I was also angry. After all I had done to accommodate this guy, I was also shocked. I had made sure I ran every detail of every game by him, changed the stakes for him, structured tournaments around him, memorized every ingredient in every vegan dish in town for him. He had won millions and millions of dollars at my table, and I had catered to his every need along the way—and now he seemed to want to humiliate me.
He kept pushing it, his voice growing louder and louder. The other guys were starting to look uncomfortable.
“No,” I said, again, willing him to drop it.
He gave me an icy look, dropped the chip on the table, and tried to laugh it off, but he was visibly angry.
Wow. What a f**king dick. That sounds exactly like a scene out of a mafia movie, and to anyone that’s ever seen some of Maguire’s more intense roles (Brothers, for instance), you can absolutely picture Maguire’s face. F**king asshole.
And if you want to find out what happens next, read the entire excerpt over on Vanity Fair and buy the book, Molly’s Game: From Hollywood’s Elite to Wall Street’s Billionaire Boys Club, My High-Stakes Adventure in the World of Underground Poker. It’ll be out later this month.
via Katey Rich
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