Most ego-centric movie ever?
The problem with this movie is that it really only works if you happen to be a celebrity.
It's not that most of us average folks disagree that paparazzi probably are as sleazy and reprehensible as this movie would have us believe - by most accounts, they are.
It's just that a) we don't really see most celebrities (Britney, Paris, Lindsey, Tom Sizemore, O.J. Simpson, et al) as being any less sleazy or reprehensible then the paparazzi that stalk them - in fact, if ever two professions truly deserved each other...; and b) we just don't really care. Let's face it - unlike the homeless or starving kids - it's just about impossible to feel sorry for celebrities.
It's like Mel Gibson gathered all of his celebrity buddies, many of whom (Giuliana DePandi, Vince Vaughn, Matthew McConaughey) actually had cameos in this movie, held a private screening that of course brought the house down, and was then floored when the rest of us just didn't want to line up to see a movie about a celebrity going Mad Max on the paparazzi.
Anyway, this film gets my vote for the most ego-centric movie ever.