Tom Vermeir
'2055' has been living for 40 years in an institution that allows him to live in isolation by his own will. He can open the door to the sunlight voluntarily. One day he is surprised by a repairman on the other side of the glass, he comes to check the phones on the wall. It comes to a conversation. After 40 years of isolation, how does '2055' react to a filtered human voice? Does he still have feelings when he looks someone in the eye?
David reluctantly pretends to be the manager of Hotel Poseidon, where fungus covers the walls and comments such as “faded glory” and “has seen better times” completely fall short to describe this establishment. He wanders the corridors of his personal Overlook Hotel like a zombie, being a passive spectator to what happens around him. Whether it’s clients without cash, his mother castrating him with her sharp tongue or the recently deceased aunt in the hallway whose pension kept the place going. David will gradually lose his balance and tumble into a waking nightmare, in which his hotel is transformed into an existential purgatory. With inner demons on the booze, lustful creatures tempting his lonely soul to sin and a big plunge into the proverbial metaphysical shithole, David can expect some strong comments on Trip Advisor.
Tensions rise at a classy restaurant. Both the staff and the guests show their true faces. A story about two social classes with their own secrets and facades.
Pamela, a young Roma, insolent, spontaneous and funny, embarks on a journey into the unknown, breaking away from the traditions that suffocate her. She arrives in Belgium with three words of French and the hope that marriage will change her and her daughter’s destiny.
Twelve ordinary people are called for jury duty for a murder case as traumatizing as it is controversial: the respected headmistress Fri Palmers stands accused of two murders, one of whom is her own child. Gradually, as the trial gains momentum, it is not only Fri’s fate that hangs in the balance, but also the lives of the jury members that are shaken to the core.
A reïmagening of the popular Dutch tv-series Baantjer. Newbie detective Jurre de Cock joins the Amsterdam police force in 1980, a week before the coronation of the new Queen of the Netherlands is supposed to take place. After he finds an unknown informant's body in one of the city's canals, he and his partner Montijn are thrust headfirst into a conspiracy involving squatters, Belgian drug kingpins and a possible terrorist attack on coronation day.
Like the beached whales he studies, the introverted marine biologist Stefaan flees the ocean. But floods, leaking taps and endless rain keep seeping into his life, and he can't keep the water out.
The nerve-racking events of a cold winter's day, seen from two different perspectives. The odd episodes tell the story of a team of police negotiators and special forces who respond to a hostage crisis in a small bank branch. The even episodes tell exactly the same events, only through the eyes of the criminals inside and their victims.
The story of two brothers who, even though they have absolutely nothing in common, open a bar together that quickly becomes a regular hangout for nighthawks. Despite the success, they must soon face up to the difficulties inherent in running a family business. Their brotherhood turns into rivalry, through no fault of their own.
After a number of murders of prostitutes at a motorway stop near Berlin, in a rear courtyard in Antwerp, and in a brothel in Copenhagen, Europol decides to form a taskforce to tackle the case. Harald, a Dane, Jackie, a German, and Alice from Belgium embark on the hunt for the killer. As the case unfolds, the killings prove to be just the tip of the iceberg, the iceberg itself being a large, pan-European criminal organization involved in everything from drugs and financial crime to corruption, hired killings and not least people trafficking , illegal labor and prostitution.
In a high-class restaurant, the working staff and their wealthy guests both have to deal with secrets and keep up appearances, until the façade comes crumbling down.
