It's very difficult to summarize what "Transatlantic Coffee" is all about. It's a very complex film that engages heavily on an intricate character. Let me just say this from the start - it is not for people wanting to see a sweet love story. End of story.
I saw the film at a festival in New York after reading information on the film through the festival's web site. It seemed like a very odd story, which is something I'm always attracted to. I didn't have a date, so I went alone ...which probably ended up being a good thing.
As I prepared for the movie to start, I realized I knew nothing about this film. This is rare for me, as I am a film review buff. I really didn't know if I was going to laugh, cry or be seriously depressed. The theater was pretty full, as I believe it was the first evening the film was screening at the fest. I wondered if any of these strangers around me knew anything I didn't about what we were all about to see. The lights went out ...then, all of the emotions mentioned above occurred, and then some.
The film is slow paced, which I believe was done on purpose as it is driven primarily by Kevin Pinassi's performance as Alex. Let me tell you something, he is brilliant. I can't imagine anyone else playing that part after watching his performance. I was hoping he'd be available for a question and answer after the screening, but he wasn't. He knocked my socks off, and I have yet too find them.
The mood of the film can only be described as creepy, dark and at times, very disturbing. This is accomplished by the amazing performances, the truly unique and unpredictable direction and writing of Erik Peter Carlson, and the dream-like cinematography through the film. Carlson has a way of making you feel the film will go in one direction, but like a sly magician, takes you somewhere you never knew existed.
90 minutes into Transatlantic, there were times where I was shocked, confused and sometimes appalled by what was shown on screen, but at the same time, I was completely involved. I had no idea whatsoever what was going to happen next. By the 90 minute mark, I said to myself "I like this film". Then came the final act, which was not only a huge surprise to me, but obviously to the rest of the audience as well. There were plenty of gasps and seat shifting. At this point, I said to myself "I really like this film." I can't remember another time where there was so much discomfort in a room full of people.
The lights came up as the credits rolled ...and nobody moved. I don't think a single person left until the final credit faded off the screen. At this time, the woman next to me who was with a date, muffled, "Well, that was brilliant."
There's a lot to watch and understand in Transatlantic Coffee for a picture with very few characters and settings. It's very vague (which will be annoying to some) and makes you work very hard in interpreting what you just watched. This surely will not be for everybody. Don't leave upset thinking you missed something that the others in the theater caught on to - you didn't. For the ones who liked it the first time around, I guarantee you'll want to see it again so you can pick up on the small pebbles Carlson tossed around, purposely making it the task of the audience to make their way home.
Some will like this challenge, others simply will not. I did.
