Three years ago, Brussels was struck by a terrible terrorist attack. Donald Trump responded contemptibly by calling our city a hellhole. The title refers to that statement, but Bas Devos’s Hellhole is not a celebratory panegyric of our swampy capital.
If it is a declaration of love, then it is couched only in the sincere concern and interest in the individuals who share our divided city. Elliptical vignettes reveal a glimpse of the lives of three different city-dwellers after the shock.
The scant dialogues are awkward; Hellhole speaks primarily in delimited cinematic language. Robust, thoughtful, and complex cinema that leaves vulgar and ignorant talk of hellholes far behind