Janneke van Heesch
Fitz is furious because her parents decided to break up. It looks like it’s going to be the worst Christmas ever, and she can no longer believe in love. When her sister Bente accidentally loses a fingertip, the whole family winds up in hospital. Just divorced, extremely awkward, and bunched up together. Fitz is so angry that she runs off – into the hospital.
Tom and Marnix don't see any harm in doing everything together like they have always done, it is in their nature. Their parents and teachers think the boys are getting to old and try to seperate them. When the twin brothers both fall in love with the new girl Rosa, and she falls in love with them, they take drastic measures to stay together.
When CEO Basile H. returns from a business trip, nothing can foil the growth of his success, so it seems. He is mentioned for a high-ranking position in Frankfurt, he has a well-to-do wife who waits for him and he lives in a beautiful residence in the woods. Then, his lawyer calls him with the announcement that a complaint has been filed against him by a waitress that he took to his hotel room the night before. Basile trusts he will win this time, too. But the dies are cast differently than he thinks.
Mowgli and Fidel are about to make a trip around the world. A big event, which sets Fidel to consider what he really wants. The film shows the effects the approaching departure has on both men and their relationship: Mowgli can't wait to leave and Fidel tries everything to postpone the journey. It gradually becomes apparent that the worries about the cat that stays behind are only part of the reason for Fidel's growing reluctance.
Two friends loiter on a square, with their mopeds. Loitering youngsters, moped girls: in any case, there is no sign of parents or school. The girls laugh, are silent and quarrel, joke about `nice tits', flirt with a Moroccan boy (and call him a fucking fundamentalist when he walks off with another girl). In between, they ride their mopeds. A loosely acted draft of two young lives.
