Quando comecei a assistir mais filmes eu precisava de um caminho pra seguir e caí de cabeça em um monte…
Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father
In 2001, Andrew Bagby, a medical resident, is murdered not long after breaking up with his girlfriend. Soon after, when she announces she's pregnant, one of Andrew's many close friends, Kurt Kuenne, begins this film, a gift to the child.
Recommended to me on my Lend me your Heart list (which can be found here)
So it finally happened. I met my Nemesis. This film completely and utterly wrenched every emotion imaginable from me and left me gutted, sad, hopeful and amazed. And I cried and that is something I just don't do.
I guess anyone that has seen this film will agree with me that going in blind is the only way to fully appreciate the full extent of what director Kuenne has created here. Rationally, purely on a cinematic level, this film is astounding as it is. It is edited, narrated and structured perfectly. It manages to slowly suck you in and unfolds its story and eventual sentiment…
Dear Kathleen and David,
I can only imagine the pain that you must have felt. Your son was your world and he was taken away from you. Not by nature, but by fate and hate. Your souls would have been shattered. Your World must have come crashing upon you. But with pain comes God’s gift. It was like Paradise Regained. You had a chance to see your son in a different human being. A cute little new born can do miracles to a scarred soul. I know it would have felt like heaven after all the excruciating pain that you both had gone through. But then, that also was not to last. Heaven became hell in one single fateful day.…
I feel like I got ran over by a semi-truck. I feel physical and emotional pain.
I really can't say I "liked" this film. I really can't say I would ever watch it again, or at least not for quite awhile. I really can say that Dear Zachary made me so unbelievably mad that my heart is still running almost as fast as this film's breakneck pace did. This simultaneously heartbreaking and infuriating documentary starts off with both feet running and doesn't stop until your emotions are reduced to either rage or uncontrollable depression. I think I'm in between the two at the moment, as my breath is short and I'm on the verge of sobbing.
To be honest, I was very hesitant to watch Dear Zachary at all because I simply have no interest in…
Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck
Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father didn't just make me cry. Oh no, definitely not just that. I felt like I was thrown under a 50 mile line of semi-trucks and tractors, only to be thrown off a bridge after that entire ordeal. The rage, the saddening horror, the aching humanity, the relentless grief, the haunting remembrance; this massively potent film is as truthful and passionate as anything that I've ever seen. I am hardly an expert on documentaries, but I've never dealt with one better than this.
And it isn't just the terrifying and chill-inducing story that makes Dear Zachary worth watching. The narration, the sublime editing, and the genuine earnestness of the entire production blew me away. I was left trembling, shaking, and weirdly, wanting more. It is an immaculate achievement in both storytelling and emotional resonance, and it is without a doubt, the most physically demanding film that I have ever experienced.
I thought this film would be less effective with repeated watches, and that maybe the shock would be gone.
No, still gutwrenching. Masterpiece that I wish didn't exist.
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO? I think what I've seen was a.) the best (and most personal) documentary-film I've seen ever and b.) and the only film that pulverized my heart, if that was even possible.
Superlatives aside, this is a very special and well-made documentary that begs to be seen by anyone. And as my friend had put it: you can only prepare to either a.) cry or b.) cry so hard "Up" and "Warrior" would seem like a stroll in the park on a Sunday afternoon.
there is no god
This is probably the most devastating film I have ever seen. Emotionally I feel like I just got ran over about 12 times and I cried throughout the entire viewing. Deeply, deeply horrifying, rage inducing, and sad beyond belief.
life is so fucked up!!!!!!!!!!! ):
Amazing story for a great cause... but damn did that editing hinder my experience.
An absurd story and a thoughtful way of presenting it. It feels wrong to complain about such a well-intentioned film, but I just wish it was better put together. It is a bit too chaotic for me and at times a bit too cheesy in its formal aspects. Other than that, the narrative will break your heart.
Ik mocht deze docu inleiden, was wel de helft vergeten wat ik wilde zeggen maar al die gezichten waren wel intimiderend. Na de docu hoorde ik veel mensen de woorden "moord," "baby," "ongelofelijk" en ":'(" zeggen, dus in dat opzicht was het wel geslaagd.
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Aangrijpende docu/loveletter waar ik de eerste helft wat moeite mee had omdat het leek te vervallen in een erg sentimentele MTV gemonteerde film. Dit was het ook, maar met een sterk verhaal dat me kon raken en toch even van slag kon brengen. Nu ben ik er alweer over, helaas. Toch een aanrader nontheless!
Step One: Go to www.random.org.
Step Two: Pick a Number.
Step Three: GET WEIRD!
Just fuck me up