Matty (41), mother of three, bumps her car into a truck on the parking lot of a supermarket. Johnny (29) climbs down from the cabin. He is infuriated by the dent in his front bumper and yells at Matty. Although impressed by the accident, Matty fights back with sharp words. Their discussion turns into a row, and the police have to intervene. A few days later, Johnny rings the doorbell. He apologizes and fixes the dent in the trunk of Matty's car. Matty's children are stunned when witnessing the first sparkles between Matty and the so much younger Johnny. While Johnny shows his romantic side, Matty's almost ex-husband and artist Werner gets back into the play
MOSCOW, BELGIUM is a romantic comedy about a woman whose soul is full of dents and bruises. In the best tradition of British working class cinema, MOSCOW, BELGIUM shows real people that feature their own kind of humour in dealing with the smaller and bigger obstacles on their bumpy road to happiness - or the Flemish equivalent of it.

For me, MOSCOW; BELGIUM is a story so small, it wouldn't even make the local papers. At the same time, it's so real and universal, it could take place in Vladivostok, Russia or Hoboken, New York. It's a film about a woman in mid-life. A tired, battered mother of three who longs for the past, dreads the future and clings to the present - when thin moments of unexpected happiness brighten her grey existence. It's the story of a woman who shields herself against the world by not taking it too seriously. Yet she's dead serious. There's grief. There's laughter. It's a real story. It's about me. And it's also about you.