They say that movies are supposed to move us - they are supposed to create something that we can't find ourselves through the eyes of another human being.
Never before have I been so affected by a movie.
Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About his Father is perhaps one of the most incredible, brave, heartbreaking, uplifting, amazing, faitful, beautiful, movies ever filmed, if not the most.
I won't spoil any true details because those aren't important - just what you need to know.
The documentary begins about a man named Andrew Bagby and the woman who killed him.
He was shot five times - twice in the buttocks, once in the face, once in the leg, and once in the back of the head - by his ex-fiance.
A little later it is revealed that she is pregnant with Andrew's son - Zachary.
From there it develops until you are left with the results, and after you watch it, maybe like me, you won't ever feel the same way about the relationships we have right now.
What the movie ends with is something so powerful you can't hardly believe you watched something as raw and as moving as what this movie does to you.
It is not a film - it is a real-life definition of grief, of bonds beyond the boundaries of physical worlds and time, of friendship, of what it means to be a family, and what it means to fight for someone you love, of anger that is so real and of something else I can't quite explain.
This film is the documentary of one man who decided he wanted to make something for his friend, and then for his friend's son, and then for the rest of the world.
You can't sum up this movie, you can't honestly review it.
If there was ever a movie that anyone should watch, it is Dear Zachary. You won't be the same.
It will test your faith, it will test your capabilities of empathy and understanding.
But in the end, there is something there, some recognition that love exists in its truest forms and is never, ever forgotten.
