Monday, May 11, 2015

Dear Zachary

Today's posting is going to be short for two reasons.

One, because I've been off-schedule in terms of writing on this blog for a while, and, as I've mentioned numerous times before, starting to write again after taking a break is always a joyless experience. I just have to act like it's a band-aid and rip it off. See that? Did you see that shitty, cliched metaphor I just wrote? That's what happens when you don't write for a few months.

At the start of the semester, I was worried that I wouldn't have time to write with my new schedule, but I think I may be ok. It's going to change from being "every day / every other day" to "Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays" though.

The second reason why I won't be writing too much today is that I wanted to just talk momentarily about the documentary Dear Zachary. Even though I saw this film several weeks ago, I still think about how touching it was on occasion.

Dear Zachary is a documentary about a lot of things. After the death of his best friend, a filmmaker decides to travel the country interviewing the places important to his dead friend and the people whom he loved. As can be expected from a documentary with this kind of subject matter, it is a touching movie, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I teared up while watching it. I teared up a lot, actually. I teared up so much, in fact, that the water from my eyes was so copious it fell onto my face in the form of droplets. I cried, is what I'm trying to say.

The thing that I enjoyed most about this film though, and the reason why the word "documentary" doesn't feel like an apt description, is because it follows the story of how the film itself got made. Of course, the whole thing had to be shot, and then go into post-production and editing before it got released, but the content of the film is following along with events as they unfolded in real time for the filmmaker and all the people involved. As the film is being made, things happen, and the direction that the film takes keeps changing.

And the story that ends up being told is an extremely...dramatic one. It's the type of thing that I wouldn't be surprised to see written out as a screenplay. But, to the best of my knowledge (and much to my dismay) the events in the film are real.

The movie's great. There's not a single thing I would change about it, and due to it's nature, I don't want to mention anything that happens in it aside from the first five minutes, so...there you go.

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