Longing, loss, and injustice all crash against the shore in Atlantics. At first it feels like social realism: underpaid construction workers in Dakar set out across the ocean to chase Europe, leaving their families and lovers behind. But Mati Diop doesn’t stay in the realm of the literal. When the men vanish at sea, their spirits drift back, inhabiting the bodies of young women to demand the wages they were denied.
At the centre is Ada, caught between an arranged marriage and her love for Souleiman, one of the lost. Through her eyes the film shifts from migrant tragedy to supernatural love story, blending genres so quietly you hardly notice when the ghosts have arrived.
The look and sound of it are mesmerising: neon nights, candlelit rooms, the Atlantic glowing like a character in its own right, pulsing with Fatima Al Qadiri’s eerie score. Not everything connects cleanly, but the atmosphere is so hypnotic that logic barely matters. It’s a film about hauntings—personal, political, and oceanic.