Carlo Giuliani, ragazzo

While watching this movie I was embarrassed for the mother and the filmmaker. The mother's commentary was stirring and emotional but the images totally invalidated her perspective. She would describe the police as "charging" or "attacking" or "rushing" the protesters and then the film would show police slowly walking forward. Then the mother would describe the protesters as "peaceful" or "retreating" and then we would see protesters throwing rocks, charging the police wielding weapons amid burning vehicles and destroyed property. All I learned after watching this film was how a mother's love is truly blinding and how this woman really didn't know her son. Actually, I already knew this, pretty much true for all mothers. Total propaganda.