I've watched Slavik Bihun's documentary "Mama's Heart. Gongadze" during one of its avant-premiere screenings in Paris.
One mother is talking. Her son was killed under atrocious circumstances involving state intrigues and mafia practices.
Don't look for something sensational, such as calls for vengeance and cries of uncontrolled suffering. Don't wait for close-ups in search of tears on the cheeks of this Mother. You will not find that.
With kindness and mercy, she talks about her son, how she saw him growing up, becoming a man, gaining his notoriety as an independent journalist in Ukraine before the revolutionary upheavals.
She talks to you about her son, she talks to you about love. What the kindness is in the portrait of this merciful Mother.
This film is the demonstration that the great ladies are not to be found on premises or in corridors of ministerial buildings. There was one in Lviv, the Mother in this film, who died before the release of the film, who would perhaps make those people blush with modesty.