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

Ouch

I feel like I got ran over by a semi-truck. I feel physical and emotional pain.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

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.

an incredible story, of course, but... without sounding too callous or cold... not especially well told? i can only imagine the impact this film might have had if it weren't so focused on making one.

Jesus fucking christ I am legitimately WEEPING you guys... I am loudly crying. Wow I have never cried this much in any movie or documentary. Only watch this if you want to drown in your own tears

“If I die tomorrow, all I want you to do is sit and toast a beer to me.”

I am broken.

i cri :'''(

admirable in its approach and doing a lot with a low budget, clearly a labour of love (despite some annoying tendencies, repeating editing tricks that aren't as neat the fourth or fifth time they happen).

This was absolutely devastating, an awful tragedy unfolding before your eyes, but also a beautiful testimony of friendship and family and love.

Ok, so this just broke me. I thought the hard part was over after the stories about Zachary's father, but the last part just made me hit rock bottom.

i sobbed

😭🥺😩🤬🤯🤔😓😵🤮😭

This film in addition to being the most bitter most sad cinematic experience I’ve ever had is also proof that the personal and political are inseparable.

While there are a few creative flourishes that hurt the tone of this drastically (a certain turning point of the movie nearly ruins the whole point of the film), Dear Zachary does seem to accomplish what its title suggests: a sincere letter to an intimate relationship.

The sometimes amateur filmmaking is easily forgivable once you accept that this was not begun with the planning and mindset of a film seeking an audience outside of the friends and family involved, and that the events happening throughout the course of filming constantly changed the direction of the movie. I think the upbeat editing for the most part helped balance the emotions this documentary presents, and while the structure may seem a bit overdramatic for a documentary at some points, I think it aids in reenforcing the purpose that this ultimately came to have.

Strands of sentiment, skillfully woven into a tapestry of love against a backdrop of unthinkable tragedy. In this case, the devil has been denied an advocate, which may be for the best.

fuck Shirley all my homies hate Shirley

If at this point I’m that devasted I can’t imagine how this family may feel..........

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This might be my favorite documentary of all time, but I'm never watching it again...

I just can't rate this.