There are certain moments in life when you see the right fim at exaclty the right time. This is how Paterson felt for me anyway.
I don’t think the purpose of the movie was meant to show a grand artist, but rather the little daily things that bring us joy. We see Paterson as a dedicated poet, his writing a habitual process. And not everything he writes is outstanding. Some poems could be lacking, but others are probing with lines…
the way it made me question everything 10/10
(I have so many thoughts, but I can’t put them into coherent phrases yet)
What I like about Christmas films it's the fact that things eventually work out in the end. The lesser thing about them though is that I always end up crying for no reason at all.
What never sat right with me is why don't people confess their feelings earlier? But the more I dive into that question, the more I understand how complex humans are and how each of us has a distinctive thinking pattern, resulting in how we usually handle things.
In the film, we are introduced to how Dexter and Emma feel about each other ever since the beginning, but then we face the turmoil they experience as they linger in each other's…
