I seldom go to the cinema because as much as I love films, my attention span does not allow me to concentrate for longer than about 45 minutes. As a result, there are dozens of films I have only watched halfway.

But last night had to be different, I thought. I was really looking forward to seeing Watchmen, there was a fun group of ten of us going, and I had taken all the necessary precautions to be awake and alert:

• I went to work early, left early and went home for a short nap (which turned out to be just a lie down and a rest, but that's good enough);
• I ate a light dinner before leaving, to avoid stocking up on popcorn/nachos/similar sleep-inducing crap;
• I did not drink alcohol before the show;
• I took two caffeine pills half an hour before the start (my first intake of caffeine for several months), and a third one just as we entered the theatre; and
• I took off my coat not to be too hot.

So I sat down, watched the trailers, watched the first scene, and as the opening credits started rolling, I thought 'wouldn't it be funny if I fell asleep before the film even star… Zzzzzzz z z z'.

Funny indeed.

I woke up 2 hours and 40 minutes later when the lights came up and people were starting to leave, with the disappointing feeling I had just seen a very sleek (and short) music clip. At six pounds seventy-five per minute.

It breaks my heart to say this, but it will be a while before I dare entering a theatre again.

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I did enjoy the show, a lot actually. Their mix of acrobatics, dance and storytelling is perfectly captivating.

And yet, and yet… I had so many expectations (I'd never seen one of their shows), so many people had spoken wonders of them, that I was just a little bit underwhelmed. And I know I shouldn't.

Two of the friends we went to see it with had seen some of the Cirque's previous shows, and felt the same way as I did.

How can you be disappointed when there are three dozen artists pouring their heart out to you during two hours and risking their health doing dangerous stunts for your amusement?

So yes, I did feel a bit bad, and made sure I clapped much louder than I felt like, to show my appreciation. The day I perform triple somersault and land on a handstand on somebody's shoulders, that's when I'll feel that I can be disappointed.

I mean, I can hardly touch my toes.