“The Fault in Our Stars,” a Sobfest For Your Inner Tween
If you’ve recently watched TV, have any form of social media, know a female between the ages of 10 and 35, or any combination of the previously listed, then I’m going to assume you’ve heard about “The Fault in Our Stars.”
Let me start out by saying something that most people don’t say very often: I liked the movie better than the book.
Yes, I said it. It might be the first time I’ve ever felt that way. I’ve read “The Notebook,” “Perks of Being a Wallflower,” “The Hunger Games,” “Harry Potter,” the whole shebang. I do usually agree that the books are better.
Now don’t get me wrong. I liked the book a great deal. But by no means was I in love with it like so many others. It was a quick, easy read that I’ll admit gave me a good cry. It’s a book I would recommend to friends and even possibly one I would read again if the circumstances were right. But the hype that surrounded “The Fault in Our Stars” was a little too high for my personal standards.
So, when the movie came out I was obligated to see it (because who doesn’t watch the movie version of a book they’ve read?) but I had a slight fear on the way to the movie theater. I wasn’t afraid that it would be packed, nor that the concession wouldn’t have my favorite flavor ICEE. I was worried about the insane expectations I had for this movie to “give me many feels.”
I read the news about the pre-sale record breaking, saw my fair share of snapchats with mascara-stained faces and glanced over countless “OMG #TFIOS” tweets, all of which ensured that I’d be just a little let down by the hype. I even thought I might not cry.
And I can happily say that I was so completely wrong. Maybe it was my non-hype from all the hype that gave me the ability to appreciate the film. Maybe it was my typical girly romantic emotions. Either way, the movie was pleasantly surprising. It definitely inspired more raw emotions in me than the book did.
One reason why I approve? Like many great books-turned-movies, it stayed as close as it could to the original storyline. “The Fault in Our Stars” ending strayed just a smidge from the book, but I like the way they wrapped it up. They didn’t drag out the “finale” as much as the book did, and gave the audience just the right amount of closure.
I also think that actually viewing the emotions through the actors really made a difference. Shailene Woodley did an impeccable job playing Hazel and I definitely see this being her breakout role over “Divergent.” And Ansel Engort was just the right amount of real-life boyish charm.
But the main reason I reached this conclusion? I cried more, A LOT more. From about 30 minutes in my heart actually hurt and I was sobbing like a tween girl.
If you want to cry and feel all mushy inside, I recommend you go see this immediately.
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