It might be said that life is like a poem. Even if we feel our daily life is routinized, things are slightly changing in many ways.
This film describes a week which a bus driver, Paterson (Adam Driver) living in Paterson, New Jersey, spends with his wife, Laura and some people living there. He always wakes up at certain time without an alarm, kisses his wife, eats cereal for breakfast, walks to work, listens to his colleague's some complaints, starts a job as a bus driver, writes some poems during lunch break, finishes work and goes home, has a conversation with his wife, has dinner with her, goes out to his favorite bar with Marvin, their dog, talks with the bar's owner or some other customers, drinks just a glass of beer, goes back home, and finally sleeps beside Laura.
Such routinized days are described from Monday to next Monday in the story. They might sound boring, but are actually interesting. Because there is no exactly the same day in our each life, even if we feel our days which we spend are routinized. It is clearly presented in the poems which Paterson writes down on his notebook. For example, he writes about a match-box in his house, which we didn't care about usually, or about excellence of his wife, which he newly realizes in their sweet and mellow days.
There are no (real) guns, murder cases, or even anything deeply inspirational to us in this film. Nevertheless, why does it touch my heart so much? This is because it shows us a possibility that a little realization and changing some perspectives make our daily life (which we usually feel boring) shine.
Among Jim Jermusch's films, I have liked “Night On Earth” the best so far, but I could say that “Paterson” is maybe equal to or more better than that film. Jermusch has shot many films which quietly impress ordinary people like me by hiding a lot of metaphors in casual conversations or interactions between characters. His film is always generally cynical but tender to me. Of course, I am looking forward to his next one.
After watching the film, I dropped by a stationary store, and bought a notebook and a pen. I can't start to write some poem like Paterson soon, but I think it is important to get into the habit of writing down something impressive when I realize it in my daily life.
There’s an old song my grandfather used to sing that has the question, “or would you rather be a fish?”
In the same song is the same question but with a mule and a pig, but the one I hear sometimes in my head is the fish one.
Just that one line. Would you rather be a fish? As if the rest of the song didn’t have to be there.