Yes, I realize I need to get a life.
I love documentaries. I was a broadcast journalism major in college, so I think I have an extra appreciation for good editing and good interviews, and I also took a class in college on documentary films from a teacher who was a documentary filmmaker.
So anyway, the seventh one I watched was far and away the best one and I am highly recommending it.
It's called "Dear Zachary: a letter to a son about his father."
Here is the description from netflix:
Filmmaker Kurt Kuenne's poignant tribute to his murdered childhood friend, Andrew Bagby, tells the story of a child custody battle between the baby's grieving grandparents and Shirley Turner, Bagby's pregnant ex-girlfriend and suspected killer. Initially, Kuenne made this documentary as a memorial for Andrew's loved ones, but it morphs into an emotional legal odyssey when Turner goes free on bail and is allowed to raise her son.
I don't want to say anything more about it because I don't want to give it away, but there is a reason it's won several awards. It's awesome both because it's a really well-done documentary and because the story is so touching. WARNING: make sure to have tissues handy when watching! It's super sad!