Adam Driver stars in Jim Jarmusch’s latest.
There are certain cinematic signposts that indicate that youve officially entered the land of Jim Jarmusch.
Theyre like little elliptical, minimalist plays that end with a bemused fade out.
In fact, hell jerk the wheel as far in the opposite direction as he can.
But even though Jarmuch has a distinct directorial style, itshisstyle.
Its impossible to imitate.
These days, I cant think of a higher compliment.
Inside of him, beats the heart of a poet.
Hes lean and angular and stork-like, and he studies the world, taking in his surroundings with curiosity.
Paterson (the man) is as watchful and observant asPaterson(the movie).
Farahanis Laura urges Paterson to photocopy his notebooks full of poems.
Hes an artist who creates for the sake of creating, thats it.
I realize that Im probably making Jarmuschs film sound like a bit of an aimless snoozeits anything but.
