Paterson, the movie by JJarmush

Paterson woke up half way when I had proclaimed that I'll have to write a movie with no "thank you" in it. Up to the awakening it was a test of political correctness, with everything working perfectly peaceful uninterrupted by no rude remark and racial relationships functioning like fiber optics. Then Marvin chews up the entire notebook of unremarkable poems and the movie is saved. In the end is the Japanese man resolving a particular, subtle fear of a typical writer and the movie is nailed into stardom. Din't you, Writer, wonder yourself if your entire work, good or bad, would get lost, would you write again? If that happens you must be approached by a Japanese man, I think woman would work too, this is about the culture Japanese people share, their values and attitudes in general, and if they give you a notebook, empty, ready to fill up with new writings, that's the sign you can start allover again. On the side, loving and creative, is the genuinely supportive wife who makes all sorts of artistic modifications to the house, understands him and makes no comment about what and where, bakes and sells cupcakes, saves all the torn pieces from the poems' notebook and even punishes Marvin by relocating him into the garage. Everyman's dream wife.