Being the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are thuggery, ultra-violence and writing poems...
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.
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