I love this film. It's overwhelmingly tragic and truly impossible to watch without weeping uncontrollably. What I so love about this documentary is that amidst the sadness and outrage is the life of Andrew Bagby. I dare you to see the footage of this man and not wish that he could have been one of your closest friends. To wish that you might have been fortunate enough to be a member of his inner circle and intimately know his friends and family, because they all come across as genuinely wonderful people. Kurt Kuenne painted a beautiful portrait of a man and his son, Zachary, a boy with cheeks so chubby and precious one can't help but feel an overpowering urge to reach out to the screen and pinch them. The love and respect that went into the making of this film can be seen and felt in every frame. It is, in my opinion, the finest documentary film ever made.
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