Sunday, June 8, 2014

John Green gave me forever in 313 pages: Why it's okay to love The Fault In Our Stars as much as you do.

The Fault In Our Stars, one of literature's great works of art of my generation, written by John Green, recently came to the big screen this past week for it's adaptation and as expected, was a hit. One of the thing that irks me when a book-turned-movie becomes a sensation and ultimately a pop culture phenomenon is that people suddenly feel the need to demean the work. They suddenly think that everyone that loves it is loving it for the sake of being a band-wagoner. But what if the book and the movie are really just that damn good?

There is so much about tfios that makes it great - the literary beauty in it from metaphors and symbolism, to the love story, the connection between all the different sets of characters, and mostly the understanding of a usually stereotyped disease. I love Hazel's character because she's angry, as she should be because fuck cancer. She doesn't fear death, she's not portrayed wanting pity but rather her heart stems from hurting the ones she loves - being the grenade that obliterates them. I love Augustus because he's real and honest and looks at the world through eyes that we all should. We should all be roller coasters that are only on our way up. I love Isaac because he shows us that it's okay to be emotionally raw and damn is he a great friend. I love Van Houten because he reminds us that a lot of the time our dreams are really just fabrications and it's okay if they don't come true. Somewhere along the way, we'll find new ones and it's important we know how to handle that moment. My point is that the character development in each is beautiful. Knowing the term "cancer perk" and "funeral suit" on another level helped myself, and I'm sure many others, understand cancer patients more than what we've been shown before.
Tfios the movie was excellent. The portrayal of Gus' charm was perfectly done by Ansel. Shailene got down Hazel's pain and anger. And man, did Nat know how to play a crying blind boy. (I'm biased as I love, love, LOVE Nat Wolff) Their chemistry on screen was there. Their love felt real. If a movie can make a theater (and theaters across the nation) have the capacity of emotions to sob and weep together as tfios did, then how can you deny it's success?
It deserves the hype it's getting. It deserves the fame it's getting for changing people's lives and affecting people's hearts as much as it does. Maybe it's just the very, very hopeless romantic (and nerd) in me that can't seem to get that movie out of my head after seeing it, but The Fault In Our Stars is undeniably a one of a kind book as is it's adaptation.  John Green wrote words that stung as I read them. Josh Boone gave me cinematic beauty that ached my soul. Isn't that the point of all great books and movies anyway?

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