January is an odd season for Chicago moviegoers: though it’s known as a dumping ground for the big studios’ absolute dogs, there are also Oscar-bait movies that opened in New York and Los Angeles in December to qualify for awards but are only just now arriving here (Carnage, The Iron Lady) and great repertory shows from local venues waking up after the holidays (Gene Siskel Film Center has retrospectives of Sergei Eisenstein and, beginning next week, Robert Bresson).
