The most lyrical and kind of Jarmusch's films. A driver named Paterson works in the town of Paterson. He writes poems about small, unnoticed things that are so close to people that they stop noticing them. For example, about matches. The only person he shows them to is his wife, Laura.
Throughout the film, the hero encounters twins - the theme of twins has long fascinated Jarmusch. Paterson himself seems to be the twin brother of his city: simple, leading a measured life, and beautiful. His rhymes are simple to the point of primitiveness. The film is simple and naive. It is difficult for a modern, sophisticated viewer to believe in the absence of a double bottom: someone sees irony in the film, someone deliberately induces boredom, someone has multiple self-references by the director, and someone just has beauty. What will you see?