Set in present Paterson, New Jersey, this is a tale about the adventures of a poetic bus driver.
One of the most authentic and understated relationships portrayed on screen in quite some time (nothing overdone) as well as being one of the most genuine and fully realized portraits of America, the American Honey of the Northeast, in a certain respect, despite the two films being incredibly disparate tonally. And that score, those superimpositions. Oh, and Method Man should just have a little scene in every film. Plus, I gotta give props to a film that quotes my favorite William Carlos Williams poem and maybe my favorite modern minimalist poem in general:
"I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox, and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me, they were delicious... so sweet, and so cold."