Paterson

paterson

Terrence Malick and the likes have accustomed me to think of film as poetic if it features any of the recognizable traits of the maestro-fluid camera movement, longing shots of nature, non-linear structure perhaps.
In Paterson, I discovered a new one.

This is a film that feels like contemplative verses, written on the backyard of a mortgaged home under the clouds of an entirely uneventful summer afternoon.

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