nevermind the bad luck of crashing your truck on your first attempt at vengeance-fueled murder, nevermind the good luck that these drugged-up (nee supernatural) bikers took you alive rather than killing you on the spot, shouldn't something be happening now beside ridiculous notions of you having bad taste in shirts and you could use some therapy, possibly even from this plastic-faced... thing? no, you gotta slow the scene down, get a few CUT TO BLURRY shots in there, skip a few obvious INSERT SHOTs, and you definitely want to avoid an ESTABLISHING SHOT of where we are; you're probably still regretting that one time that you bothered with one of those... if i see another person quote the "favorite shirt" line online i might just have to scream out of nowhere like andy when he found his hand nailed to the floor. this scene is self-indulgent in both its lingering and its plot-shortening convenience. and it sucks. #mandy minute 80