Koen Mortier | 2007 | 104 min | Belgium
Three aging gutter punks (always a good lifestyle choice) ask one of Belgium's most famous writers, Dries, to be the drummer of their band for a one-off show. They are big fans of his confrontational writing style which they believe would translate nicely to punk rock. Dries doesn't play drums, but what the hell? A writer is always on the lookout for new material. Also, the three dudes are all drug addicts and complete degenerates. Also, they are all handicapped. Needless to say, a delicate comedy of manners ensues.
Okay, not quite. What follows is a film filled with a number of interesting visual ticks and gags, some intense story twists, and the kind of jet black humour the only Europeans can get away with (and only when they think no one is watching). This is a film for creeps who want heavy doses of Taxidermia with their Trainspotting. Creeps like me.
Though Dries enters the band to take a brief walk on the wild side and get out, he soon finds himself invested in the lives of his bandmates. As those lives spiral out of control, he is both drawn further in to the thrill of the drama and repulsed by the choices they make.
I don't want to say too much about the film because going in fairly blind will be a treat, but I have to warn: when I say 'black comedy' I don't mean War of the Roses black; I mean 'wow, that was a lot of rape jokes' black. Take heed. And enjoy.