The title stands for Jean-Claude Van Damme — but this isn’t your usual JCVD epic. It was directed in Europe by the French Algerian Mabrouk El Mechri, who casts the Muscles from Brussels as a down-and-out version of himself, fighting for the custody of his daughter, out of money and with no decent offers of work.

Returning to his childhood home in the Belgian capital, Jean-Claude tries to get some wherewithal out of a bank where, unbeknown to him, a heist is taking place. Seeing him enter, the police suspect that he’s the culprit and he finds himself acting as the presumed perpetrator and negotiating with the law outside. Meanwhile a crowd has gathered in the street, most of them wanting an autograph from their local Hollywood hero.

The events are played from different perspectives which is sometimes a mite confusing. But Van Damme, playing a 47-year-old down on his luck, provides a sad-sack figure rather like Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler, hoping against hope that things will turn out for the better.

They don’t and he goes to prison where he has a fine old time teaching old lags to do his famous kung-fu kick. This may be the best movie he’s made. It’s in French, by the way.