Paterson

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)

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)

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)

The poetic story of Paterson's Petrarch, or Sometimes the blank page holds the most possibilities. I was really looking forward to Jim Jarmusch's new film and I didn't know much more about it than that the main character drives a bus. I would recommend the same to everyone... But actually, why? It's clear to me that whenever I see Paterson again, I'll enjoy it just as much, even though I'll know what's in store for me. There's a lot of power in all that simplicity. And Jim Jarmusch once again won with it so much that it is simply impossible not to suspect that he chose Adam Driver for the role of the chauffeur mainly on the basis of his surname. "Aha!" (01/10/2017)

It's kind of everyday poetry. This film flows so pleasantly, there is nothing overdone, there are no deep overwrought emotions (even the unpleasant event in the end is accepted by the main character with stoic calmness) and Paterson's poems, some of which I really liked, float above it all. The whole thing is thrown into a kind of chill-out mode, as Paterson slowly and deliberately recites his poems, the story flows quietly and is very nice to watch. And Adam Driver is a great actor. Great. He’s wasted in the Star Wars circus (even Scorsese has figured that out). (07/04/2017)