By Livia Peterson
I like poetry. I like film criticism even more. The life is maudlin and predictable. Jim Jarmusch’s “Paterson” is nothing revolutionary, but extremely symbolic, requesting you to read in between the lines to fully comprehend and appreciate the several meanings provided by the film.
The bus driver and the poet Paterson (the restrained yet quietly brilliant Adam Driver) and the significant other Laura (the equally impressive Golshifteh Farahani) live their lives in Paterson, New Jersey. The several poems are narrated throughout to provide significance to their lives.
Admirable and poignant: Paterson wakes up, consumes some cereal, attend the work, devour the dinner with Laura, walk the dog Marvin (Nellie), and drink one glass of beer at the local bar. Meanwhile, Laura is constantly dreaming to be the designer, the painter, the country musician, and the baker. You essentially witness their lives unfold, predictably and unpredictably. It is sometimes beautiful and it is sometimes repetitive, just like the life itself.
Monday to Wednesday: I attend the college, complete the homework, and attend the work. Thursday: Attend the college and the cinema. Friday to Sunday: Attend the cinema, scribe the film reviews, and complete the homework. My life is dull as well. But I thrive on monotony – hate change and surprises.
The required prerequisite is to relish some form of poetry or writing to be able to completely enjoy “Paterson”. It is infrequent to boast one requirement to like a film; however, “Paterson” demands the necessity – otherwise, you may discover the film to be the ‘arthouse gimmick’ – there is plenty to respect with of course, reading in between the lines.
The life continues and repeats itself – just fine. And yet, the life is still awesome, regardless of the circumstances. B