As the extremely withdrawn Don Johnston is dumped by his latest woman, he receives an anonymous letter from a former lover informing him that he has a son who may be looking for him. A freelance sleuth neighbor moves Don to embark on a cross-country search for his old flames in search of answers.
Two innocent people are arrested. An interesting third person, with broken English, joins them in their cell. On his idea, they decide to escape from the prison. Their journey is the rest of the movie.
Exactly one week in the life of a young man named Paterson of Paterson, New Jersey is presented. He lives an extremely regimented and routinized life, that routine perhaps most vividly displayed by the fact that he is able to wake up at exactly the same time every day without an alarm. That life includes eating Cheerios for breakfast, walking to work carrying his brown bag lunch packed in his lunch pail by his wife Laura, having a casual chat with his colleague Donny before he begins his shift driving the #23 Paterson bus for the local public transit company, walking home where he straightens out the exterior mailbox which somehow during the day gets knocked crooked, eating dinner with Laura and listening to her goings-on of the day, taking Laura's English bulldog Marvin - who he would admit to himself he doesn't much like - out for a walk to his neighborhood bar where he has one and only one beer before walking home with Marvin. There are day to day variations which are often the ... Written by
The poems in the film came from Ron Padgett, one of Jim Jarmusch's favorite contemporary poets, who agreed to write the poems for the film and who let Jarmusch use some of his pre-existing poems. See more »
In "Love Poem", Paterson writes about him and Laura's love for Ohio Blue Tip Matches. This is strange because it doesn't seem like they have a real need for them. Neither of them are shown smoking or lighting candles. See more »
Speaking of secret pie, I wanted to tell you something about your secret notebook.
Did you ever hear of the old Italian poet called... Petrarch? Is that it?
Mmm, Petrarch. He perfected the sonnet.
I read online that one of his early books of poems was called 'The Secret Book', just like yours.
I didn't know that! You read that. You just happened upon it online.
And also that he wrote all his love poems to a beautiful girl called... ta da! Laura!
So you have many things in ...
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