Thomas Buchwalder

Thomas Buchwalder’s filmography is honestly a wild little ride through different genres and moods—dude doesn’t just stick to one lane, you know? You’ve got Transatlantic (2023), which dives into the chaos and desperation of WWII refugees trying to escape Europe. There’s this constant underlying tension, a feeling that every decision could mean life or death. People are falling in love, betraying each other, and basically scrambling for survival under the noses of fascists. It’s messy, complicated, and deeply human—no sugarcoating. Then there’s Delicious (2025), which, wow, is a massive tone shift. This one’s all about food, flavor, and obsession. Picture chefs going to war with their knives, but not literally (no one’s getting stabbed, chill). It’s about the drama in the kitchen, the heat, the egos, and the pressure to make something that actually means something. There’s love, too, but not the sappy kind—more like people using food to say what words can’t. You can practically smell the butter and hear the shouting. And then, go back to Ich und Kaminski (2015). This one’s a bit wry, even a little cynical. It follows a struggling journalist who kinda exploits a blind, aging painter for his own gain. There’s a road trip, plenty of awkward humor, and this sense that everyone’s just faking it till they make it. Buchwalder’s characters aren’t neat or noble—they’re flawed, desperate, sometimes ridiculous, and that honestly makes the stories hit a little harder. Each film is a different flavor, but they all dig into what it means to be human when things get weird.