I've been struggling for an opportunity to see Chantal Akerman's elegiac urban landscape film D'est for, what, like four years? Monday evening I miraculously laid hands on it. Tuesday morning I cupboarded all distractions, adjusted lighting, fluffed pillows, poured a medium-sized glass of water, and in general made all the necessary preparations for an ideal viewing, and then promptly fell asleep.
Wednesday I re-attempted viewing, with more successful results. It's great, although this YouTube clip should give some impression of how, when you're out of coffee, such a film might make one drowsy, no matter how hotly anticipated.