It's like a story about an ordinary day.
The shot begins with a man and a woman in bed, or, perhaps, a couple on an ordinary morning in the city of Paterson. The man always wakes up at about this time, and then the girlfriend wakes up from the dream because of him, and then briefly recounts her dream to him.
"Twins" was the key word he could remember about his girlfriend's dream on Monday.
The man got up, had breakfast, looked at the matchbox on the table, and began to conceive his next poem, and yes, he was a poet.
On the way to work, he also conceived his own poems in his mind.
A man works in a bus company. Every time his handover driver will show up when he writes a poem, he will greet him according to the daily trajectory. The man is used to it.
Then I got out of the car. Unlike the past, I could always see the twins today.
There will always be different people discussing their own topics in the car, and men often listen quietly, turning it into their own inspiration, or, like the spice of life, tasting it and passing it off with a smile.
During his lunch break, he would sit near a waterfall, eat lunch prepared by his girlfriend, and finish his poems.
After the shift, he went home from get off work, went the wrong way to work, returned to the door of the house, and saw the mailbox that was crooked by the postman or whoever made it, straightened it, and stepped on it firmly.
When he got home, he would chat with his girlfriend, who would then repeatedly mention publishing his poems.
He reluctantly agreed, this was the 365th time. But this time his girlfriend was tough, and he promised to print his own poems over the weekend.
At night, he would take his dog Marvin for a walk, walk to the door of the bar, tie Marvin to the water pipe outside the bar, and go in for a drink.
The key word for Tuesday was "self on a silver elephant."
On Wednesday, he chatted with his colleagues about daily life.
On Thursday, he met another poet, and he began to feel that the change in his life was also good
Friday, car, bar.
Life has changed more and more, but the overall trajectory is still the same.
Every day's life changes a little bit, and the sensitive poet has noticed that the unspeakable feelings can only be expressed between the verses.
Until one day, life changes more than a little bit.
Saturday night, the poet lost his poetry.
On Sunday, lost his soul, he sat next to the waterfall in Patterson. Met another poet who loves poetry. Talking quietly about the people who gave birth to this city.
Then another poet bid him farewell. He looked at the waterfall and wrote new poems.
Oh yes, the protagonist is also called Patterson, the same name as the city where he lives.
The film does not have big waves, there is no big conflict, it just describes the week of Paterson living in Paterson to the audience.
For me, "Patterson" describes the real life of a man in a city. The life of ordinary people is generally not so turbulent. Of course, there will be surprises, surprises, and changes, but in general, it still follows a certain rhythm.
It sounds like life like this is boring, with no ups and downs.
But this kind of ordinary life, as long as you observe and experience it carefully, you can feel its special rhythm. Isn't it wonderful too?
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