Over and over, waking up at the same time on different mornings, on the same bus, with the same name. Going the same route, going through different people and conversations. On the street corner in the afternoon sun, the boy in the coat was Thursday, and he was never seen again on Friday.
All the emotions in the movie are measured by the size of molecules. Through the viewer, explore the psychological and emotional threshold of each person. Test it in a precise way, and when you don't know where the stack is, you can cross the absolute threshold and climb all the way to the edge. Every frame is the beginning and inspiration of an emotion. Slow and full of power.
So in the face of the most common doubts, confusion, dissatisfaction, loss, love, accident, and connection with the world, they are all presented in a soft, decomposed gesture that seems tepid. It seems to deconstruct the daily head-to-head and exaggeration. When time is slow enough, you have the opportunity to get close to the world and feel the occurrence and spread of emotions.
Paterson is the Paterson of a city, an infinite number of Patersons of a city. Sensitive to time, self-doubt, scene-sensitive, constant scene, changing weather and speech. In a vast space that is not bound by the world, at a certain moment, only oneself can be fully opened up. At any given moment, constantly open, throwing yourself into this terrifyingly overwhelming space, without rulers.
I go through, trillions of molecules, that move aside, to make way for me --- The Run
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