Kassablanka

Antwerp, Belgium's second largest city,

has one of the busiest harbors

in the world and can pride itself

in its rich cultural and cosmopolitan past.

On Sunday, October 8, 2000,

33% of the electorate voted

for the extreme right wing.

This film shows a portrait

of some of the inhabitants

of the city's district of Kassablanka

during the week prior to Black Sunday.

Sunday, October 1st, 2000

one week prior to Black Sunday

Wout, open up!

Not even ten minutes of peace and quiet!

Damn' it, Berwout, I got to pee!

And a good morning to you too.

Can't you do that afterwards?

Got to take a crap.

Every morning the same thing.

And every morning talking back.

You look like a caricature,

with that ridiculous spiky hairdo.

You should take

your cousin Kevin as an example.

He at least looks fresh and clean.

Not like some half faggot

Man, just leave me alone!

He'll go places! Unlike you!

Idiot

Get dressed

or there will be a another fight.

I haven't finished yet, mom.

You'll catch a cold

with that wet hair.

It's gel, mom.

You can set your watch

by dad's bowel movement.

Still not dressed yet?

And what about her?

Yeah, easy does it, good boy.

Has Wodan been taken for a walk yet?

No, of course not!

You had to get a dog.

Then take care of it! God damn it!

So you'll do at least one useful thing.

Too stupid for school,

too lazy to work.

You need to do this? It's Sunday!

Get lost, dirty dog. Go piss elsewhere!

What on earth is your problem?

First you pee, then you run away.

You still haven't grasped it? Come.

Stupid animal.

He's got a bucket of water over him.

Not the first time, is it?

His own fault. Our Samia can be mean.

Better luck tomorrow.

See you around.

Why are you talking to this dirty pig?

Last time you talk to him, understood?

Ah, the iron monger. - Retard.

Off to a funeral, are you?

What are you talking to my sister for?

Is that against the law?

You're stupid or what? Last time, OK?I

You better sing another tune, hear?

Control your dog or I'll turn it into sausage.

Better watch out he won't eat you.

Or I sell it to the Chink.

Isn't there anything else to watch?

It makes me sad.

Dad got this thing with figure skating.

What?

You got this thing with figure skating.

I can't hear you.

Switch on your hearing aid.

It is switched on.

Is it my fault I'm going deaf?

He switches it off to save batteries.

My hearing aid is switched on!

Say, Yoeri, how old are you?

I'll be 21. I was born in '79.

I'm from '38.

How old are you then, grandpa?

Say, Zonhildeke, you can count, can't you?

How old is grandpa?

It isn't that difficult. He's from '38.

So you got '48, '58, '68...

...'78, '88...

...'98, that's sixty.

And you add two years to get to 2000,

that's 62.

I don't have to count every day like you.

Yeah, that's true. - What do you mean?

You're filling the aisles at the supermarket?

Yes, but I also have to count the stock.

At Aldi's

you got to know it all by heart.

The price of every single item.

Seven hundred prices!

They got some brainy people

at Aldi's.

Do we really have to watch this crap?

What a load of bull shit!

Yes, but I'm nevertheless thinking

of buying one.

It does lots of things

and it's clean it in no time.

Can you slice fries with it as well?

Yes, dad, we'll have French fries today.

Is it so late already?

Zonneke... are you staying for lunch?

French fries with a pork roast.

Yum-yum: fries. - I'm on a diet.

No, we've got to go.

No one is asking me of course.

But, grandpa Josse,

you stay for lunch almost every day.

Josse.

Home already? - Don't you hear this noise?

That bleating of these camel jockeys!

Marina, you still got to start preparing lunch?

It's almost half past twelve.

I could've played another game of pool.

Say, who's the dimwit?

Zonneke's new boyfriend.

He's got a steady job? - At the market.

an improvement over the last one.

He's not staying for lunch, is he?

Don't shout.

We've already got your dad, the freeloader.

Dad pays us every time 2.85 euros!

And every week he empties a crate of beer.

Take a glass, there are people.

Where is Berwout? - Out with Wodan.

And? Will he be home for lunch?

Leave him in peace.

Ah, Zonneke.

Who's this boy? - That's Yoeri.

And what's your father's job?

He's employed by the city.

He'd better be careful of what he says,

or they'll put him on unemployment,

just like me.

Yoeri is playing soccer as well.

As goal keeper with...

OK... we've got to go.

You can spare five minutes?

I've got something I want to show you.

Dad, do we have to do this right now?

Can't we do this another time?

We've got to go!

Daddy!

Hi.

I'm not allowed to talk to you.

Who says so?

My family and the other Moroccans.

At least not when they can see it.

That's a pity.

Why?

Wodan seems to like you.

Well, thanks.

I got to take the subway.

Bye.

It's you I've just seen over there.

So what?

You should keep away from our girls!

Why? - Because.

Good. I've learned something today.

Don't be fresh!

Oh, I should be scared now?

Did you come here to laugh at me?

Can I pass or what? - Shut the fuck up!

Calm down, man! - You've got a problem?!

Hey, scumbag!

You want me to rearrange your face?

This here is my town! My town!

Fuck off!

Son of a bitch!

I'll fuck your mother!

I could handle that snotnose by myself!

Snotnose? - He opens his trap

and an entire sheep gets out!

Hands off, Mostafa, it's for our visitor.

And a good day to you too.

You're driving me crazy.

Learn to separate:

this one is for cans, milk cartons...

...and this one for other waste.

Don't be a pain. Anything to eat?

The fridge is right in front of you.

Wrongly dumped garbage bags

seem to be the principal source of irritation

to the Antwerp City garbage collectors.

For certain members

of the municipal workforce

this sometimes causes

an aggressive overreaction.

Now watch carefully.