I’ve hesitated writing about losing my shit in a movie theater because, well, I lost my shit in a movie theater. There’s no going back after you tell that story.
If you’ve read The Fault in Our Stars (TFIOS), you already know where this is going. If you haven’t read the book, I really would like you to do that right now. I’ll wait.
No I won’t. I’m not going to wait for you to read this wonderful book, but just know that I really need you to do that. It’s a fantastic book written by John Green about two teenagers, Augustus and Hazel, who fall in love after meeting at a cancer support meeting. I had reservations even reading it because of the sad business. But my kid (and Sarah) talked me into it and it’s just as wonderful as they said it was. I mean, it IS sad, but you somehow feel hopeful? You feel…well, you feel good after reading it. I’m serious.
But as soon as I heard there was a TFIOS movie in the making, I started stocking up on tissues.
It had been the plan all along to see the midnight showing on opening night. Which, thankfully, means 9:30 on opening night because midnight is just too late to start watching movies anymore. (Says the person who always gets talked into midnight showings.) Sarah and I accompanied a few of the most adorable teen girls on the planet. (Yes, a couple of them are related to me.) We each were required to bring our own box of tissues. REQUIRED.
In my opinion, there are very few books that have successfully been made into movies. TFIOS is one of the lucky success stories. It was amazing. They did the book justice. All of my favorite characters came to life in a magical screen adaptation. I love the film version of them just as much as the book version. However, there were parts of the movie that stuck with me much more than the book ever did.
Hazel’s parents are absolutely well written into the book. But I will tell you that I wasn’t expecting to be broadsided by them in the movie. It probably has everything to do with the fact that a part in the book that had one paragraph, was more “in my face” while watching the movie. Like the pain of the parents learning how very sick their child was. Or watching that child suffer with a disease that won’t ever leave them alone. Taking every parent’s worst nightmare and living through it with these characters knowing that this is also someone’s reality on a daily basis.
It gutted me.
Now, I will tell you that there were several times besides this in the theater when I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from ugly crying. The kind of crying that you can’t take a breath for fear of the sobbing noise you’ll make if you do? THAT KIND. All throughout the movie. To the point where I’m fairly certain Sarah had to keep checking to see if I was breathing and then check again to be sure I wasn’t going to collapse or needs smelling salts. I even tried to help open a package of licorice and couldn’t make that happen. So I threw it on the ground. Sobbing, of course. Next to the INSANE amount of tissues I had to use to keep things under control. Now, true, I was a little…hormonal maybe. Okay, maybe more than a little. I’m still hoping no one recognized me that night. (I’m not alone.)
I follow John Green on Twitter and during the shooting of TFIOS, he once tweeted that he didn’t know why he wrote the book so sad. (WHY, JOHN GREEN?! WHY DID YOU?) But it’s so beautifully written, you forgive him. Kinda. And as you’re watching this movie that was made from those words, you would think that you’d, once again, be resentful of all the times you are sad but you’re not. You are completely enamored by Augustus and Hazel and the rest of the characters. IT. IS. SO. GOOD. Go read/see it immediately. Please.