It was supposed to be a movie about a boy killed in a school accident, but when on minute 7 it is revealed that the boy is the son of a right-wing politician, it irreversibly turns into a fat leftist propaganda.
The "nazi" father is, of course, blond and dumb, cruel even towards children and his primal grief is given far less screen time than the sophisticated one of the boy's gay teacher. His righteous complaint about the fact that on his memorial his boy is not praised for who he was, but for how the others benefited from him is made sound like a cheap political speech. We also don't see the boy himself except on one picture, so for the rest 2 hours and a half it's the tender feelings, the self-reflectiveness, and the civilized discussions of the politically correct people that are in focus.
"If you are dating someone from the right wing party, that's a problem. But if you are gay, that's fine. If only our parents had been like that, Gunnar." - says a cute old lady chirpingly, obviously failing to notice that there's no difference.
