There are some really funny bits buried in the tedium of it all. A great overheard conversation from guys in the seat behind about greek yogurt and spoons and the difficulty of balancing creative expression with making money.

But the best part is the stretches where nothing happens. The mannequin hand is fumbling with the seat back latch tab, flipping it back and forth aimlessly, for 20 minutes. The only available freedom of movement. BTDT.

You find yourself desperately trying to find a distraction. The film runs in the background, impinging on your awareness just enough that you can't entirely concentrate on anything.