i wrote a poem today. actually no, it wasn't a poem, more like a few lines of dissipated thoughts, meandering inside of my broken mind, that i somehow collected and managed to put to paper. writing didn't make me feel happy, but utterly liberated. as did this movie, i recalled as I wrote. Paterson is special because it's earthly. it's ordinary. some may even refer to it as dull or uneventful, but looking past those shades of blue, there is…

news from home spoke to me in a way no other film ever has, i dare to say. it is not often that when i'm watching slow-paced feature-length movies me and my short attention span are able to sit through it interrupted, but that was exactly the case with this film. i don't know wether it was the intricately composed shots of the city that i love so much and how they perfectly capture the eerie, ominous nature of new york,…