The Michael Blieden-directed video for Aimee Mann's "Freeway" finds the singer looking glum in her backyard, while a hammy guy and girl do synchronized dances, wave foam props, check their phones, hug, mug, and otherwise earn the "hammy" designation I gave them earlier in this sentence. Here and there, the action's accented with various Timecode effects, perhaps counting down to when the wall between singer and background dissolves and she's offered temporary comfort. You have to give Mann credit for not hitting them.