The film’s protagonist is called Matteo Carli and is twenty-four years old. But this isn’t important; he could have any other name.
When you’re in your early twenties, life is full of untold possibilities, just waiting to be seized. At least that’s what they say. But one evening, one rainy evening, your car hits another car. The occupants of the other car just happen to be police. In plain clothes. And before you realise what’s happening they take you off to the police station – just because you didn’t keep your mouth shut while they beat you up. This evening changes your life. You go ahead and visit your local bar, called ‘Waiting for Godard’, and meet the lovely waitress; your best friend still manages to see only the positive side of life, and your family loves you and is always there for you.
But rage eats away inside you. You feel as if something has spoiled your chances of making your own choices. And you’re tired of waiting.
Or, however, you bring the car to a halt in time and don’t crash into the police car. Violence doesn’t enter your life. You continue taking care of the plants at the garden centre and your boss continues to laugh in your face whenever you ask him for a raise. You carry on going to your local bar, ‘Waiting for Godard’; you’re attracted to the lovely waitress but you make a date with a customer at the garden centre, a girl from a wealthy family. Nobody – not even your best friend, the optimist in your gang – has noticed that something is gnawing at you. You feel as if something has spoiled your chances of making your own choices. And you’re tired of waiting.
The film was inspired by events at the G8 summit in Genoa in 2001.