A beautiful, quiet, contemplative film about an extraordinarily content man (the eponymous Paterson, who shares a name with the town in which he lives). Paterson drives a bus, writes poetry, and quietly watches and listens to the world and the people around him. Barely anything happens, but I loved the intensity of its ordinariness. In a curious way, it reminded me a bit of ‘In The Mood for Love’, even though they are very different films. I think it’s the sense of contained intensity and the beauty and pleasure in everyday things.