Terrible acting, screenplay and direction.

Amateur movie with Big budget

The acting in this movie is really good.

Not sure how, but this is easily one of the best movies all summer. Multiple levels of funny, never takes itself seriously, super colorful, and creative.

I can see from reviews that most of people who watched did not understand the point of the movie. It's not about defending some hooligans. It's about giving everyone a chance for a fair trial and about high influence of government and manipulated media on the judicial system. Film clearly shows that judges do not make judgments based on evidence but on the basis of political pressure.Everyone these days are talking about human rights but isn't a chance for a fare trial one of them.People tend to overlook this because its a story about hooligans... but what about next time?

To put it simply, this is a sub-amateurish and feeble attempt to turn things around and defend a large group of murderers and hooligans responsible for beating a French tourist to death and lay blame on the victim. If this was a drama about the rape, close analogy is would be blaming the victim for being a woman, and showing compassion and understanding to the gang that brutally raped and murdered her. It is the most childish, unsubstantiated conspiracy theory and baselessly insinuation that the trial which convicted murderers was a phony process, mostly based on nothing other than hearsay, and demonstrating such an astounding lack of logic that it would even manage to amaze numerologists or tarot enthusiasts.The only true introspection that this atrocious depravity of a documentary interwoven with immorality and malice can offer would be asking oneself how low can a human being fall, the director in this case? With such appalling corruption of the soul and vile perversion of a tragic story in order to scoop quick popularity points (and probably sponsorships) from the lowest violent scum that is prepared to have sympathy for murderers, viewers of this are really faced with asking themselves what is the proper description of the director and this act of his against all decency, where the violent murder gets justified for cheap nationalism. Calling this "hypocrisy" would be doing a grand disservice to such term. Perhaps "cowardly mind-boggling humongous hypocrisy" might just start getting slightly closer to it.It is difficult to come up with synonyms with which one may want to describe the wretched excuse of a human being that is the director of this atrocious, tendentious tripe. Mostly because a lot of those words would probably be cut from IMDb as such they would rarely be heard even in prison. Human-traffickers, sailors and animal molesters would probably blush and feel embarrassed if they overheard the description that this man truly deserves. Or if they saw at least 15 of 41 minutes of this malodorous bucket of swill put together into a barely coherent form, shamelessly with the word "Justice" in the title.

This piece of something (it is not a movie, or a documentary at all) is about the Brice Taton case. A young football supporter, sitting in a caffe, was brutally assaulted and killed by a bunch of hooligans. The author is trying to convince us otherwise, for some reason (I will get back to this). According to him, the victim committed a suicide trying to escape the attack. And we can't really blame the attackers for that, can't we? Yep, that's what this movie is all about. Convincing us that honest hard working hooligans are innocent. We are presented with so called evidences, nonsense interviews and other crap. And now, back to the reason the movie was made- father of one of the convicted murderers funded it. Yep. So if you want to waste your time on a badly made immoral cheap propaganda, just go ahead.

I am in awe of this, for I do not know what it is that I have seen. Certainly, it is not a film. Definitely not journalism. But what to make of it? After having watched it for 17 times straight, I know just one thing: I have this incredible feeling, as if I have been touched by divinity. All of my problems - my baldness, my impotence, even my cat's ovarian cancer, have receded (or grown back, i.e. hair) to minuscule proportions, when compared to the sheer majestic audacity that is the mind-boggling message of this film. But let me begin with the technical details, which are no less flabbergasting. How could such a masterpiece be made on a shoe-string budget of less than 2000 euros? How could the creator be so superhumanly brave to boldly go where no decent man has gone before - to interview well-known consigliere lawyers and murderous football hooligan beastmen? The director, whose name it is forbidden to mention lest HE appear in a blazing column of righteous litigation to furiously smite anyone who has uttered HIS name in vain, anyway, HE is such a revolutionary prodigy, that he has made a film that actually bears no resemblance to a film! Transcending trite, pedestrian "skills" such as editing, or "qualities" such as fact-checking - for he is ONE with the all-permeating LOGOS and thus knows ALL, praised be HE our deliverer of TRUTHS on ALL subjects - he has made possible a new way of looking on our reality.Black has become white. The perpetrator is the victim. The football hooligans that have killed a guy just for sitting there and being French are actually the heroes! It is truly like our lord J.C. hath spoken - the first shall be the last and theirs shall be the kingdom of heaven. And the creator of this unique... thing... whatever it is, for it defies rational analysis - HE will be there, at the gates of oblivion, when the world ends. He will be there, waiting, patiently and shining pure light of revelation from a hundred craters that dot his face like stars in the night skies over Aldebaran, and laughing his unique laugh, which to mere mortal ears sounds like non-euclidean geometry trapped in wave lengths, or maybe something like "hnjihnjihnjihnjihnji".