I've been dozing fitfully in the British Film Fest screenings. I would fall asleep one moment and wake up the next, puzzled that a character has died in the interim. Maybe if I sleepwatched enough, the film snippets would become part of my dreams?

A character hallucinated over a Boney M song in his near-death experience, and he didn't even like Boney M. That horrified me, the thought of dying to a bad song.