The Indy Movie Paterson showed up
in our mailbox the day after watching Star Wars – The Last Jedi and imagine our
surprise to see Kylo Ren, Jedi drop-out, master of the Dark Side and would be
master of the Universe driving a bus and writing poetry in Paterson, New
Jersey. This quirky little film was on
our watch list because it had been well reviewed and we had not had a chance to
see it. How refreshing to see an actor,Adam Driver, who can portray both ends of a very broad spectrum of ethical
functioning. I had actually been
concerned by what I considered to be his semitic features in his role as Darth
Vader’s heir apparent. So it was with
some relief that a quick Google search clarified that he was raised a choir boy
and that his stepfather is a pastor. According
to Wikipedia, he was a bit of a terror as a kid, and he sold Fuller brushes
after high school before joining the Marines and then ultimately ending up at
Julliard to hone his acting chops.
In Paterson, he plays a local kid
named for the town – Paterson – who now lives in a very plain house with his
ditzy wife and walks to work each morning as a bus driver. We are invited into his daily routine, waking
with him each morning of the week as he awakens, without an alarm, and nuzzles
his wife, who usually tells him about a dream in which he figures
prominently. We follow him through his
day where he eaves drops on his rider’s conversations, has a beer after work at the local bar while walking
the dog, and, in between, writes poems – poems about love and poems about
driving a bus. He writes his poems in a
journal that he carries with him or keeps locked in his basement office – it is
what his girlfriend calls his “secret notebook”.
The film is filled with whimsical
convergences to which we give meaning – his wife dreams that they might have
twins – and the rest of the film is filled with his chance encounters with
twins. We are invited to wonder about
twins and what they might mean – but we are given few clues. Perhaps the encounter at the end of the film
with a Japanese Poet is an encounter with Paterson’s twin? Similarly, he encounters a gang of hoodlums
who point out the value of his dog – and warn him about the potential of a dog
napping – but he doesn’t seem to pay it any mind, other than to note, as he is
loosely putting the dog’s leash around the pipe outside the bar that night that
the dog should watch out for dognappers
- and we are left to wonder, vaguely, if he would welcome them.
The central convergence is between
this man’s name and the city in which he lives – a city that has many famous
son’s – the two most prominent being Abbott of Abbott and Costello fame – and William
Carlos Williams – of poetry fame. Is
Paterson fated to be a poet? Or is he
called to it? What is the nature of a
poet? Is a poet an observer? Someone who is caught in the forces that move
around him and describes them in pithy and dramatic ways so that others can experience
them with him? Is this what Shakespeare did? Is this what my poet friend Phil
does?
Meanwhile, the action in the film
is almost all about the people around Paterson – he is a nearly inert observer –
pained by but reluctantly supportive of his wife’s ambition to buy a guitar to
become a country singer and more openly pleased when her cupcakes sell well at
the local farmer’s market in what she is sure will be her other path to fame
and fortune. When the action centers on
Paterson, his bus breaks down on a routine run, he is nearly derailed by it –
efficiently evacuating his passengers, but flummoxed by the complications of calling
in the incident to the central office.
This movie is, then, a poem. Austere, beautiful, each day a stanza, it
tells in the arc of a week story of the life of a poet – and the meeting with
the Japanese poet at the end of the movie helps to underscore that being a poet
is who this man is. However other poets
may live, this man, a bus driver, lives in the way that he does and produces
the poetry that he does as a result of living the poet’s life.
From a psychoanalytic perspective,
this man’s emotional life is very near the surface. He, like the actor who plays him, is an
ex-marine (I assume it is Adam Driver’s marine portrait that graces his
nightstand and lets us know that), and he uses his military skills when he
needs to – when there is danger that calls them out. He is also remarkably observant of his wife –
and we observe her too – both her physical and ditzy beauty, but we also wryly
realize with him that her dreams, while painful to his sensibilities, are an
expression of hers – and that his love for her – as her love for him – is pure –
it takes her into account, it does not discount her.
From this perspective, I think the
film is suggesting that the life of a poet – or rather living as a poet writes –
is a desired state – an aesthetic state – possible even in a place like
Paterson where the natural beauty has been hemmed in by industrial necessity –
the old factories crowd near the picturesque waterfalls that almost certainly
once provided the power to run the mills whose presence leave it viewable only
from a small park with a chain link fence that separates the viewer from what
is to be seen. And yet the beauty can be
seen – not just dispassionately; Paterson’s waters run deep. The poet loves his town, he loves his wife, and he
loves his poetry.
I realize that in this writing I
have left out the central dramatic moment.
I think it actually makes sense to do that. It is a moment where the plausibility of the
story is most highly tested. It is the
moment, I have written elsewhere, where the movie as dream is being stretched
almost to the point of breaking – the storyteller’s need to clarify the
importance of writing poetry – and of sharing it with the world – of sharing
our perspective so that others can appreciate it, and, I think, so that we know
that we aren’t alone – this is so important to tell and yet it is not part and
parcel of the peaceful narrative that a moment of violence creeps in – and yet
the movie is able to survive the moment – we are able to remain asleep and to
come to grips with what needs to be known – that this writing is not just a pastime
– it is not just part of who this man is – it is who he is. He is not, essentially, a bus driver, or even
a lover, though both of those are essential to his primary identity – the identity
of being a poet.
Now this is, of course, through
another lens, a fiction. None of us can
be reduced in this way. But from the
perspective of this movie – which is, I think, a highly aesthetic one – and the
perspective of a dreamer – it is a way of characterizing the essential nature
of a person. Paterson’s power is to
distill the universe into a series of poems – to describe the world as he
experiences it, just as Kylo Ren’s power is the desire to rule the universe
with an iron fist and to make it into what he would have it be. The psychoanalyst’s power – to help a person
gain perspective on a particular moment – to put it in place – to help him or
her understand how this thought and this action have a particular context –
that is much more like the power of the poet and the artist than it is like
Kylo Ren’s.
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