No, this is no In Bruges (2008), the last black crime film to be set in Flanders. Yet what a debut feature from Belgian director Michael R Roskam. We're not quite sure what to tell you. Dodgy farmers in Belgium might not be the sexiest setting to sell a film to an audience yet. The larger context of the story which Jacky gets caught up in is a little sketchy to grasp onto, unlike a Tarantino or Guy Ritchie cheeky movie where the various villains are easy to recognise. But the cameras hold their own in moving the story along, the light is beautiful in Limburg and we're exposed to the heart of a man whose heart was stamped on long ago. Throw in that little French-Flemish thread, and there's a light tension in the movie throughout as the Belgians meet each other across the different languages of their regions, which is worth the entertainment. Heck, it's even funny to see how the Belgian characters resort to English exclamations and words to express themselves to each other.
Not an uplifting story, nor for bleeding Belgium as a country (it just hit the world records for time out of government), but what feels an authentic look from lowlands Belgium; Roskam, who also wrote the script, grew up in Sint-Truiden himself, so we imagine he schooled certain of his characters well from his memories. Forgettable they aren't.