The first time I saw IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE, I was more or less IN THE MOOD FOR SLEEP (which, unfortunately, is frequently the case these days.) Though I never quite dozed off completely, I drifted quite a bit and effectively missed crucial information that enlightened the nature of the central relationship. It all came off as just another tedious wallowfest. Seeing the film a second time in a relatively less somnolent state, I was much better able to appreciate the performances, the visual style, and the subtleties of the screenplay.

(I should point out, though, that while I'm now a good deal closer to understanding the critical raves for ITMFL, I still think Wong Kar-wai is way overrated, and this film doesn't quite inspire me to re-evaluate that opinion just yet.)