In The Good Night, writer-director (and brother of Gwyneth) Jake Paltrow weaves a sub-par story around the phenomenon of lucid dreaming, a subject that has been far more capably and innovatively explored in a number of prior films. The movie’s central schmuck, Gary (played by the endearingly bedraggled-looking Martin Freeman of BBC’s The Office fame), is entrapped in an increasingly dissatisfying relationship with a humorless career woman named Dora (played by a plain, severe Gwyneth Paltrow). Gary retreats into his dream life, in which a gorgeous, glamorous woman (Penelope Cruz) exists solely to satisfy his every desire. Conflict erupts when Gary discovers that his dream girl is also a flesh-and-blood woman named Anna who models for perfume ads. Unlike her fantasy doppelganger, however, Anna has better things to do than to cater to poor, dull Gary’s demands. The film has some entertaining bits (particularly the scenes with Danny DeVito as a sad midget who prefers devoting himself to the world of dreams over struggling futilely against a compassionless reality). However, Night’s core message (some permutation of “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”) is nauseatingly trite.