You don’t believe me?
You don’t believe me?
Brussels, 1982. In the backroom of his gym on Chaussée d’Ixelles, Jean Claude isn’t yet known as Van Damme. For the moment, his parrot is his sole public. At 22 years of age and weighing in at 99 kilos (he had weighed himself that very day for the next day’s bodybuilding competition, which he’ll win), he’s dreaming of America, movies, fame and marrying Gladys Portugues, a top model whom he had seen in magazines. As he doesn’t know that his dreams are impossible, he will do just that – make them all come true, including marrying Gladys. Twice.