The Fault in Our Stars is a film based on the book of the same title by John Green. You can read my recommendation for the book here. This post is about the film.
My first recommendation is that you go on a school night, or during the day, or any time that teenage girls are less likely to be able to get a ride to the movie theatre. I made the choice to go opening weekend and I can honestly say that I have not been in the same room as so many teenager girls since the boys and girls were separated in gym class my freshman year of high school. It was overwhelming, to say the least. And totally irritating when the chick behind me quoted certain lines of the film, most likely to show her friends exactly how well she knows the book (and not so the woman in front of her would spend the better part of two hours contemplating punching her in the face, or at the very least, getting her kicked out of the theatre for being disruptive).
Everyone knows that the book is (almost) always better than the movie. There are many reasons this is true: your favorite scenes may be edited out for time or continuity, the plot may be changed in ways that are detrimental to the story you fell in love with, the actors or technical elements may not live up to the way you imagined them. None of this is true for this film. There were definitely a few scenes missing, but nothing that I felt affected the storytelling. I have never, in all of my copious movie watching experience, seen a film that was more true to the book.
If you have read the book, I highly doubt I need to say any more to convince you to see the movie. If you have not read the book, I certainly don’t want to say anything that will ruin the experience. This is a truly lovely film about kids who fall in love in the face of cancer. If you have heard anything about the film, you probably know to bring tissues. Don’t let that deter you. It is a tear-jerker. It is about teenagers with cancer. I believe that this film will be to teens today what The Notebook was to us ten years ago, and in another decade it may just be that movie we watched when we needed a good cry. For today, it may just give you the catharsis you have been missing since the day you could no longer stomach the never ending tear-fests with the girls in the dorms and decided it was better to cry over real boys than to waste all your tears on ones who never existed.