Kuenne's friend was Andrew Bagby, a pudgy, bounding ball of energy who quite clearly was a central light in the lives of an astonishing number of people. As Dear Zachary begins, Kuenne crisply lays out -- with a gold-mine of home-movie footage to prove his point -- what an impossibly great guy "Bags" was. To do this, he enlists an endless parade of friends and family on camera to back up his thesis, and then some. The camera itself can't do much more than show Andrew as a good-natured guy with a knack for friend-making who was more than happy to star in his buddy Kuenne's homemade movies. But the faces just keep coming, as do the tears. Nobody can quite believe what happened.
The story is laid out by Kuenne in a stutter-step flashback sequence, where the filmmaker (also the narrator) keeps rushing ahead, only to catch himself and have to backtrack, voice occasionally cracking with emotion. Andrew didn't seem to have been the best student, but when he finally made it into medical school and then to a residency at a hospital in a small western Pennsylvania town, he seemed to have found his niche. The problem was, he had become romantically involved some time before with an older woman, Dr. Shirley Turner. A possessive type who alienated Andrew's friends, Turner didn't take well to Andrew breaking things off. And so one night she lured Andrew to a park and shot him dead.
The sad and sordid melodrama that unfolds afterwards -- with Turner fleeing to Canada and announcing that she was pregnant with Andrew's son, Zachary -- is only bearable because of Andrew's parents. As evidenced by their emotionally fraught interviews here, and the testimonials delivered by practically everyone who came into even fleeting contact with them, David and Kathleen Bagby come off as a couple of the very best people you could ever know. Down-to-earth and hardscrabble-tough yet possessed of a particularly sunny and life-affirming energy, the two seem the kind of parents whom a large number of Andrew's friends likely wanted to be adopted by. When they amazingly set off on Turner's trail -- just a pair of senior citizens heading off to Canada, determined not to let their son's murderer, or their grandson, out of their sight -- it somehow makes perfect sense. They're just that kind of people. But when the couple ends up sharing custody of Zachary with Turner, even enduring playdates with the woman who executed their son, it just seems more than anybody could bear.
Between Turner's psychopathic cunning to the sclerotic and unresponsive Canadian bureaucracy that seems almost determined to let her go free, the odds stacked against the Bagbys are onerous in the extreme. And that's before the story takes another cold-blooded turn. And another. The tears come in rivers.
Kuenne could have turned Dear Zachary into just another tabloid-shocker for the true-crime sausage factory that runs in an endless loop on so many TV channels these days. The film certainly stylistically echoes those hour-long episodes of predictable mystery (it's actually produced by MSNBC Films) and turns into something of an advocacy piece near the end. But as much as it can seem a true-crime procedural at times, Dear Zachary isn't ultimately about murder and its aftermath, it's about things even more primal. This is a film about love, its fragility, and its strength.
Run time: 95 mins
In Theaters: Tuesday 1st January 2008
Distributed by: Oscilloscope Pictures
Production compaines: MSNBC Films
Contactmusic.com: 4 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 94%
Fresh: 46 Rotten: 3
IMDB: 8.6 / 10
Director: Kurt Kuenne
Producer: Kurt Kuenne
Starring: Kurt Kuenne as Himself (voice), Andrew Bagby as Himself (archive footage) (as Dr. Andrew Bagby), David Bagby as Himself - Father, Kathleen Bagby as Herself - Mother, Shirley Turner as Herself - Ex-Girlfriend, Zachary Andrew Turner as Himself - Son