Review: Dear Zachary – A Letter to a Son About His Father
Documentarian Kurt Kuenne tells the
story of his friend Dr. Andrew Bagby, a well-loved and respected man murdered
in cold-blood at just 28 years old. Kuenne frames this film as a tribute to his
friend but specifically for Andrew’s son Zachary to understand the father who
was tragically taken away from him before his birth. This would sadly not be
the only tragedy documented before the film’s completion.
Whenever I see a discussion about the
best true crime documentaries, this 2008 Kurt Kuenne film is almost always
mentioned. As is the notion that it’s a devastating film that will emotionally
wreck you. So if you’ve not seen the film, go ahead and watch it first. You
should generally read my reviews afterwards anyway. Nonetheless, bear that
description in mind because this film does seem to upset the vast majority of
people who have seen it. I can definitely understand why, however my main
emotion both times I’ve watched this film – yes, I’ve subjected myself to it
twice over the years – has been one of anger. This tragic story
frustrated and angered me greatly. This is a story that never should have
happened. I’m furious that it did happen.
Kuenne hooks you immediately with priceless
amateur film footage that Andrew and his loved ones made, including his nice,
loving parents. Early on you already know that this was a good guy and a great
best friend. These are all relatable people, and Andrew clearly had a lot of
people who loved him. You know you’re a good egg when multiple people in your
life wanted you to be their best man at their wedding. The baby photos of
Zachary are heartbreaking, it’s unmistakable how much he looks like his dad. Again
though, my main emotions here were anger and frustration. If you’re not angry
enough at the killer, the law will absolutely piss you off here. There were
some truly maddening court decisions here. At the very least you surely don’t
give custody of the victim’s child to his killer. I don’t care if it’s her kid
too. As for that killer, I don’t believe in hell, but if there is one I know
who’s got a special place there. What a narcissistic, murdering, absolute piece
of human waste.
I’m not overly keen on Kuenne’s
sometimes crude filmmaking here, but he does an OK job and I respect him for
not putting himself on screen too often. The story and the people are the
important thing here, although even then I think there are some family tree
tangents that aren’t particularly necessary. I think it would’ve made for a
fine ID documentary episode, instead of a feature film documentary. It doesn’t
have the extra something that say “Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence in the House of
God” or “The Imposter” has.
This is a film about when bad people
end up in the orbit of good people and destroy everything. And it seems like
everyone else could see it. When he died, everyone seemed to know instinctively
who was responsible. Andrew deserved better, instead he accepted love from the
worst person possible in every way for him. 28 years old. A doctor. A father. A
son. A friend. Killed. For what? This film could’ve been tighter and more
polished, but it’s a heck of a story, a tragic, awful, infuriating story. I’m
infuriated all over again. Why on earth did any of this have to happen?
Rating: B-
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