PhiladelphiaWeekly.com: "Here it was 11:30 on a weekday morning and a 29-year-old man who appeared to be hungover and in desperate need of a haircut just asked for a ticket to see Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen.

'Film critic,' I quipped. 'Gotta see everything, you know?' She rolled her eyes, as if she'd heard that one a million times before and figured it best to get the transaction over with as soon as possible and alert the authorities later. (It didn't help that I'd been out late drinking the night before and was thus sweating like a pig.)"