Paterson

During the premiere, I had the urge to visit the movie theater and alleviate the withdrawal symptoms of my addiction to good films. Paterson seemed like a solid opportunity, given the enthusiastic reviews of others. However, my previous encounter with Jarmusch's vampire lovers ended in significant disappointment, and those who sing odes to Paterson were similarly enthralled by Only Lovers Left Alive. I enjoyed Jarmusch in the 90s when titles like Dead Man or Night on Earth represented a small film festival for me, and I didn't hesitate to visit the movie theater because of them. Since Coffee and Cigarettes, his melancholic poetry, minimalism, and fascination with stereotype and banality began to gnaw at me a bit, and step by step, I began to lose interest. Paterson confirmed to me that our breakup was final. What others find charming, I find tiresome. I honestly can't appreciate the film's mood and Jarmusch no longer has any surprises for me. The only thing left is to see how his 90s works, which I loved so much, will affect me upon repeated viewing. Overall impression: 40%. (10/22/2018)

A pleasant contemplation of things we've all seen somewhere else. Paterson won’t have us walking around the world with more verve and composing poems to everything that flashes in front of us, but seeing each day as unique and worthy of a friendly visit to a restaurant is something Jarmusch reassures us of with every endearing line and quirky human character. Paterson isn't the answer, it's a recommended guide to reading life.... and not a bad one at that. (03/05/2017)

Far from real poetry. Nice, predictable and pleasant prose, in which a fan of Jarmusch will read nothing new and refreshing between the lines. Familiar Zen aquarium. I felt good in it, but nothing more, nothing deep... [Cannes 20016] Edit: I got used to Jarmusch's good films resonating with me for many months. There was nothing left of Paterson. No emotion, no scene, no desire to return to Paterson. He has no chance of surviving in Jim's garden of paintings and verses. (05/17/2016)

Now you will finally see me for what I am! I'm clearly not smart enough to appreciate Paterson. I just don’t find it interesting to watch the day-to-day life of a bus driver with poetic inclinations and his extremely creative wife. I was so supremely bored that I almost nodded off twice, but I fought it until the bitter end. I thought I'd give Jim Jarmusch a call. His next movie could be about me. It would surely be just as boring, maybe even more so, which would certainly kick it up a notch in terms of quality. The bus breaking down sure gave the story a new edge and brought an incredible amount of suspense. Ugh… (08/26/2017)

What Jarmusch has given me so far mostly resonated with me some more, yet Paterson, with all due respect to Driver's unique performance, doesn't have. After a few days, all I can recall is the likable hipster pose, which, though I resisted the idea tooth and nail at the sight of happy bearded men in leggings and Converse shoes after leaving the movie theater, is unfortunately just over the edge of being more pop than art. (01/08/2017)