This film, of which I really hate to refer to it as that, is nothing more than child rape apologist's tribute to a horrific family. Of everyone involved in this film, the only one w/ any semblance of humanity is the ex-wife/mother, and it didn't start out that way. She eventually came around to the fact that her ex-husband was a child molestor, yet she refused to believe in her son's guilt.

The way that this story was portrayed was as disgraceful as the family's blind denial of facts of their father's wrongdoing. The director, Andrew Jarecki, has since been raked over the coals for what he tried to pull w/ this film, b/c he definitely didn't film a documentary. Instead, he picked and chose what to show in order to portray the Friedman family in a certain light, and even in the best possible light he could frame them, they still come off as horrible human beings. This should just go to show how truly guilty these men were.

If you read the trial transcript or a legal review of the case, you'll see what Jarecki chose to exclude from this film as a way to make it seem that the son was not guilty. Additionally, the one brother, David, was the most vociferous of the bunch, when it came to defending the father. He lives in a constant state of denial. Any documentarian worth their salt would have questioned him w/ the only hard evidence this case produced against the father, the foot-high stack of child pornography seized from his home during the postal service raid. Yet, that question never came, and it allowed David to continue to spout nonsense about his innocence in direct conflict w/ the evidence at-hand. It's good to see that Jarecki really doesn't work in film any more.