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".