Carlo Giuliani, ragazzo

This is a documentary in which the spoken parts continuously clash with images. On one hand we have Giuliani's mother and friends talking about how quiet, good and sensitive Carlo was and how he was almost by chance involved in Genoa's disorders. On the other hand we see images of Carlo dressed up in a balaclava building barricades with other "comrades" and trying to hit a policeman with a fire extinguisher.

Now, I don't know who is Comencini trying fool!

While reconstructing the facts, Giuliani's mother describes herself as a "pacifist", but a pacifist is supposed to blame violence in any of its forms whereas she only deplores policemen's violence while legitimizing rioters' and her son's.

Don't get me wrong: I do not think Carlo deserved to die, what I'm saying is that Comencini can't expect me to think of Giuliani as a sensitive innocent victim just because she shows me some of his (naive) poems or his mother mourning his demise.

My overall impression is that this documentary is an unsuccessful attempt to pass a violent man off as a harmless lamb... If you enjoy being bamboozled by factious movies, don't miss this one.

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.

In this documentary, Carlo's mother tells the story of his son, of the day he died, and the events that took place in Genova during the G8. Her words are obviously a moving and confused attempt to remember Carlo as a peaceful, lovely guy who would have refused any violent action. We know this is wrong, just like the official reconstruction of the events. Police made mistakes, of course, but Carlo was in the riots. You should face the facts and just have your own ideas without getting the influence of what the woman tells in the interview. The very interesting content of this movie, on the other hand, is the filmed events of that day, collected with accuracy. And I think it's worth watching them.

This movie, a documentary about the terrible days of G8 in Genova (Italy) and the assasination of Carlo Giuliani, is a beautiful portray of mother's love.

Heidi, Carlo's mother, tell what she know about the last hour of life of his son. A story composed by pictures, movies, witnesses, friends, his girl-friend, comrades.

How is fragile the limit between honest and illegality? How is possibile to defend an peaceful idea if the only way is the violence? How is terrific a world where man kill man without to see in the eyes?

Beautiful. Beautiful poems written by Carlo is the astounding soundtrack. Terrific in his reality. Sweet and hard. Near a mother. Near Carlo. Thank Francesca. 9 of 10

A much needed word of warning about some of the other comments here. There are many fascists in Northern Italy and elsewhere who always take the side of the police-state against the urban warriors who stand with courage against global injustice.

Inside the prison cells where protesters were kept the police sang fascist songs and even chants praising Chile's former fascist dictator General Pinochet.

Politicans from a fascist Italian party set themselves up inside police headquarters and took political control of the police operation.

Subsequent trials in Italy revealed in no uncertain terms that the police planted weapons to frame protesters, that they had agent provocateurs dressed like protesters to instigate trouble and that the police as was evident at the time launched a campaign of mass brutal violence in which hundreds of people picked at random were beaten bloody.

The city of Genova collaborated with the global gangsters of the GB and built a zone with a wall and fence that said from the get-go that the people are the enemy and the gangster rulers of the world must not be bothered by the sight of the people.