The “sleep” o’ graph

Fellow insomniacs: 

 Put down that  chamomile tea and the Ambien.

 You don't have to adjust the thermostat or lower the music.

Tell the sheep in the room to take a hike, and there's no need to count them during their exile, they'll be fine. 

 (The score from "Out of Africa" is more music to make love by than it is a sleep inducer, but just the same,  it may work if you tinker with the volume)

 You're in your softest flannel pajamas, I get that. The comforter is warm and toasty, but I know you, fellow insomniac:  Your brain is going to race like it's preparing for a marathon, and you're mad at that stupid smart organ you've nurtured between your ears all these years..

Don't try to reason with your brain, it doesn't care that you crave sleep.  It just wants to taunt you about what not to forget on your Home Depot run tomorrow, or why you can't remember who won Best Supporting Actress during last year's Oscar telecast.

So tell your brain to go screw itself  and listen to me if you NEED sleep:

Go see "The Photograph."

Because, despite some beautiful shots of New Orleans and some pretty faces to look at, if you see one more glass of wine, hear one more strain of jazzy music,  see one(or make that TWO) more perfectly toned  bodies writhing in ecstasy, hear ONE more line of dialogue that you predicted would be said seconds before the actor said it,  this movie will put you to sleep faster than Michael Jackson's doctor and a syringe ever  could.

There's some decent acting, but someone needed to tell the director a thing or two about pacing.

And riveting dialogue.

Because she just doesn't care.  She was too preoccupied with...zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Oh, by the way:  Light bulbs, a few drawer knobs, and  Regina King, for playing "Sharon" in "If Beale Street Could Talk"

(you're welcome)