• A still from Warhol’s Sleep or the latest ad for Showplace ICON?

As my father would say, Chicago has had great sleeping weather lately. The air’s been dry, the wind quiet, and the temperatures only moderately cold. Even when it’s rained, it’s been pleasing, metronomic rain.

Unfortunately the city’s theaters have failed to screen any good sleep-inducing movies that might complement the weather. The Incredible Burt Wonderstone is pretty dull, all right, but it doesn’t rock you into the sort of contemplative state of which dreaming is a natural extension. Abbas Kiarostami once said, “The movies that keep me awake at night are often the ones that put me to sleep when I watch them.” As opposed to recent touchstones like Once Upon a Time in Anatolia and Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives, thinking about Burt Wonderstone only makes you sleepy a second time. There was a new Kiarostami film in town recently, Like Someone in Love, but it was uncharacteristically suspenseful; in fact it made you more alert as you watched it. Viewers hoping for another guided meditation along the lines of Five Dedicated to Ozu or Shirin likely came out feeling cheated.