Ex Drummer

Synopsis: Every village has its band of fools, trying to get to the top, following their idols in drug habits, but staying losers till the end of their pathetic days. They all do this in the name of rock & roll. Three disabled rock musicians are looking for a drummer. Dries, a well known writer, seems the right guy for the job, were it not for the fact that his only handicap is that he can't play the drums. He joins the group as a perfect, but evil god walking down his mountain to play with the populace. With the arrival of this infiltrator, personal disputes and family feuds start to jeopardize the band's fragile future. Dries will manipulate them till they are willing to drink each others blood and their only future is written down in many Punk lyrics: "No Future".
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Koen Mortier
Production: Tartan USA
  3 wins & 2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
100 min

I've got to say, I can cope with

lots of different feelings at once.

I can be totally happy

yet quite ill at the same time.

I'm really consumed with doubts about

life and also a disregard for death.

This combination is perfectly possible

if your spirit is strong,

if you're robust. I mean, for someone

who wants to fight to the bitter end

and is as cynical as the King of Siam.

Someone like me.

I've got that in me,

that doubting and moods that change.

I'd even go as far as to say that

those feelings dictate my work.

Apart from that, I just blunder along.

Looking to see

which way the wind is blowing

and making sure I don't crack up.

That's all.

The price of fame?

It's a strange phenomenon. I make no

secret of the fact that I live in Ostend

and people do come and bother me

now and then.

Some even go as far as ringing the

doorbell and asking for an autograph.

Sometimes there are young chicks

who think I'll want to f*ck them.

Strange people, strange visitors.

Like yesterday. Three handicapped guys

came round yesterday.

Real losers.

And they were handicapped as well.

They had a rock band without a drummer

and they were looking for a drummer.

I asked how come they'd come to me

and the first one said

that his mother had thought of me.

The second one shouted that

he'd heard I was good at drumming.

The third one didn't say anything.

He just sat there, staring at my girl.

Dangerous guy. He was the singer.

And his handicap was a speech

impediment. He spoke with a lisp.

Usually you can't really refer to a lisp

as a handicap but in his case you could.

He'd also been to prison for assault.

More than once.

He said that he kind of specialised

in assault at the time.

Koen De Geyter

mainly used to beat up women.

The arrogant fucking bitches.

I'd like to drag their kissers open,

if you get me.

The way they take a drag on a cigarette.

You ever seen one take a drag?

Eh? Have you?

- Yes, every day.

How they suck on it with their stupid

lips. I'd like to drag them open.

Get what I mean? Get it?

Watch 'em next time. I've seen 'em.

I'm not taking that!

And how they always

step in the puddles when it rains.

Never round them, in them.

As if they don't see the puddles.

No, can't say I've ever noticed that.

And how they use the phone.

Ever noticed that?

How they use the phone?

A bitch on a phone...

I'd like to beat the hell out of her.

I'd like to shove the phone

down their kisser.

And when they park...

They're finally parked OK

and then they go forward a bit.

And backward a bit.

And then forward again.

And backward again. And forward again.

And backward again.

And then they're parked OK.

The second one had a stiff arm.

Well, he had an arm he couldn't bend.

He was gay, although

he didn't really look like a faggot.

He was the one

who kept on about his mother,

which made me decide that

his interminable mother complex

could be regarded as a handicap.

His name was Jan Verbeek, the only

child of Gaston and Suzanne Verbeek.

His future looked bright

in a world like this one.

And the family bathed in bliss,

as it were.

But then it all went wrong.

And how come Jan's got a stiff arm

and his mother is bald

I don't know.

But Koen says that

it's to do with Jan's first love.

Apparently it was

a traumatic experience.

My arm! My arm! Go away.

One day, mowing his grass

became too much for Pa Verbeek.

From then on Jan had to do

the household jobs.


The third one was almost deaf.

Even though, at first glance,

he looked blind.

His name is Ivan, he was the guitarist

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