Despite Regal having royally messed up the seating when they had to switch auditoriums (apparently, we were all supposed to psychically know we had to go to the customer service desk to figure out where our seats were, as no one told us, and this was a nearly sold-out show) and us having to sit closer to the front than usual because the assigned seats I had did not even exist (my movie buddy's okay with that, but she's also tall, and therefore does not get a neck crick), You Can See Everything was perhaps the biggest mindfuck I can remember seeing in a theatre. It did not feel like three hours. At all.