I gotta say, I pretty much loved this movie.  Payne has this incredible ability to dramatically change the tone of a certain scene or shot at a moment's notice—hell, sometimes it's in the middle of a line of dialogue—and it never feels jarring or off-putting.  It just feels natural.  There's a great scene near the end…

I would rather be bombed with red paint than glitter, it would be easier to get out of your clothes and hair.  And imagine getting a glitter bomb, looking out the window as the subway pulls away, and seeing the assailant walking away with Al Pacino, gently chiding her but laughing softly? 

Lola seems like the type of girl who never shuts up about how much she loves sex, but rarely gives it up.  And once she does, she complains about how "that wasn't nearly as good as that one time with [so-and-so]," in this case the so-and-so being her pseudo-stepfather Al Pacino.  And yes, she would namedrop, even in…

Dusty seems like a good guy, and a little more self-aware than the others in terms of what the judges like and expect. Seriously, even with those comments, the editors still managed to make him look better than the self-entitled and obnoxious Lola. Being brash does not mean cutting in line. That's being a selfish…

This is without a doubt one of the greatest comments ever written in regards to the Tolerability Index.  Sweet Clam, I bow down to you.  You had me laughing so hard at work that I started crying.