Sancton writes, "When I left the screening, two older French journalists were shaking their heads in awe. 'It's all there, in that film. All of it: love, death... all of it. Remarkable. I've never felt like such a philistine." Whether or not the film is worth staying awake for is not for me to say, nor is Sancton's standing as a critic -- I've never met the guy and am not familiar with his writing, to be honest -- but at the very least, I applaud Sancton's honesty.
There's a reason that festivals have free coffee available in press areas -- because sometimes things like warm theaters, comfy seats, late-night deadlines, or jet lag do occasionally conspire to put a normally responsible movie reporter asleep! Of course, that writer will then respectfully decline to review that film or interview its subjects, but suffice it to say, it's happened to me. And I'm fairly certain that even if they're not blogging about it openly like Sancton, it happens to plenty of other movie reporters as well.
Excluding your comfy couch at home, have you ever fallen asleep during a film in a theater? If so, what film?