Lengthy delays portend very, very bad things. Like exceptionally long intervals between movie episodes (Howdy, George Lucas), or waiting for your undercooked steak to get ‘sorted out’ by the chef (and some of his mates), or when you’re detained by airport security so that the lady with the rubber glove can return from the local sadist convention. Delays are bad. Delays can turn normally pleasant things into dirty, disturbing, ‘vundersex’ nightmares. This being the case, does the chronically delayed Haze manage to buck this particular fact of life, or is it more akin to a private session with Helga the uber-dedicated airport security lady?