Today was an epic one. I got a free meal at work since they kind of wasted my time, I completed another day as a truly domestic person, and (most importantly) I finally saw Dear Zachary, the documentary I've been dying to see since January. Now, I knew that it would be sad, I knew that I would likely cry, but I didn't know that it would be....pretty much devastating. The hour and a half I spent in my friend's living room, bleary-eyed over the HD Netflix rental, was likely the saddest experience I can recall in a very long time.
But the thing that gets me most about the film is that it hits you with sad news, angering news, and then it just blows you out of the water in shock. I was seething, depressed, and baffled by the end and I didn't even ever know the people involved. All day I've persistently reverted back to the ever-nagging, film encapsulating question: Why? Now, I don't want to give anything else away, but all I really need to leave off saying is that everyone should see this movie. I wish I could make it a requirement. If nothing else, people need to know that this story happened and some people persisted through it with resilience and strength unparalleled. (Or people need to watch it so I have someone to talk to about it. Either way, I expect to be moved for quite some time because it truly left its mark.)
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