Panos CosmatosMandy opened two days ago. Between Telluride and Toronto I haven’t had a chance to see it. Am I looking forward to seeing this alleged gonzo revenge bloodbath flick? No. Do I feel obliged to see it regardless? Of course. You can’t ignore ironically fetishized cult-frenzy films in this day and age. Am I equating Mandy with major dental surgery? Yes. Will effete know-it-alls like Bob Strauss make fun of me if I don’t see it? Yes. So Mandy-wise I’m between a rock and a hard place. I have to man up and see it, and I will do that.