I still think Jarmusch directs for his actors more than he makes them act for him. Or at least Driver fits well in this: a bit rugged (he's a bus driver), a bit passionate (writes poetry in his spare time). It's the ending that brought me a greate sense of peace: reaffirming continuity and giving a notion that what was shown is all there is: a simple man in a mundane city, both finding its little moments of poetry.
At a time when La La Land is riding high, here's a much richer film about the American artistic life. For Jarmusch, the US is the land of Walt Whitman and Iggy Pop, and he reminds you that, while art may get filtered through studio sets or NYC publishing houses, it springs from ordinary streets like grass growing through cracks in the cement. Driver is perfect, a shy observer spotting poetic links in life's ironies.
Jarmusch finds a quiet beauty down in the doldrums as we follow a Paterson bus driver. The film exudes a calm, warming glow as Jarmusch explores the spaces in between the exciting and spectacular; the spaces we take for granted. A film to assuage the fear of anonymity, of dull routine.
Jim Jarmusch’s dreamily, defiantly inert double-tribute to New York School poetry and New Jersey’s third-largest city is my favorite film of his in years, which isn't about to keep me from kvetching about it at length. 3.4.
Jim Jarmusch masterfully dissects the world of extraordinary people doing ordinary things to get by. Favorite moments: the scene with the young poet, the Moonrise Kingdom duo, and any of the scenes with Golshifteh Farahani—who is stunning.
In our world of billionaires and celebrities, scandals and disasters, it is so refreshing to watch a picture about ordinary people in everyday life. Also this is a film about poetry and love. In what may be Jarmusch's best film since Down By Law, the city of Paterson, NJ is the co-star, its 1880s-1940s architecture untouched and its former inhabitants-William Carlos Williams, Allen Ginsburg, Lou Costello-still alive.
jarmusch at his bleakest in the drab cycle of routine still manages to be beautiful. on paper 'adam driver plays a bus driver in paterson who is coincidentally named paterson' is such a cringe-worthy concept to me but somehow he makes it work.
There's an intangible effortlessness to Paterson, both the character and the film, which are in many ways one and the same: a free flowing curiosity. Jim Jarmush’s ode to the way life can be lived, the way life should be lived, in all its glorious routines and extra-ordinary rituals, offers a panacea for modern existence.