A friend of John's recommended we watch a documentary. Let me just say that we NEVER watch documentaries. We rarely watch box office top picks, much less documentaries. John was so determined that we watch this documentary that when the nearby Blockbuster store didn't have it, he drove half way across town to rent it at another store. Now before you laugh at us for getting movies at Blockbuster, consider that we rent maybe one movie a moth. Netflix just isn't justified in our entertainment budget. And usually we hit up RedBox, if we really think we need a movie night.
Back to the documentary--
"Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son about His Father" is a story about a filmmaker, Kurt Kuenne, who decides to memorialize his friend, Dr. Andrew Bagby. Bagby was murdered by his ex-girlfriend, Dr. Shirley Jane Turner. Turner flees to Canada where she is later arrested. Shortly after she is arrested, she announces she is pregnant with Bagby's child, a boy she named Zachary. Kuenne interviews numerous relatives, friends, and associates of Bagby and incorporates their loving remembrances into a film for the son who never knew him.
I watched the movie on Friday night and still feel the devastation on Sunday. This movie was infuriating to watch, but the story is so compelling I couldn't stop. It's not your typical award-winning Hollywood production with fancy special effects and celebrity superstars. But I can say that John and I both stayed awake during the entire thing, and I highly, highly recommend watching it. Just be prepared to cry.