Directed by Josh Boone. Shailene Woodley, Ansel Elgort, Nat Wolff, Laura Dern, Sam Trammell, Willem Dafoe, Lotte Verbeek.
Decent Films Ratings
|?Teens & Up*|
Content advisory: Brief sensuality and a bedroom scene with partial non-explicit nudity; an obscenity, some crude language and much profaning of Godís name; heavy drinking (by an adult) and a couple of depictions of moderate drinking by teenagers (legally in one instance, given the setting).
From a National Catholic Register review
By Steven D. Greydanus
“Have you ever stopped to wonder,” a character asks another in a key scene in John Green’s young-adult romantic tearjerker novel The Fault in Our Stars, “why you care so much about your silly questions?”
The Fault in Our Stars — in cinematic as well as literary form — cares quite a bit about silly questions, such as the meaning of life and death and love and suffering in a universe sliding toward oblivion, and whether there is Something beyond giving some larger context to our existence, choices and experiences.
It also cares about what it feels like to wait for days for that first text message from a boy one has just met, whom one likes more than one is prepared to admit, even to oneself.
It’s a story that is attentive to the culture gap between, on the one hand, a girl whose favorite literary work is a novel that speaks to her profoundly about living with a terminal condition, and, on the other, a boy whose favorite literary work is a novelization of his favorite video game. It is also attentive to how easily that gap can be bridged by charm, bravado and something in common, such as a history of cancer.
In short, The Fault in Our Stars is not a typical romantic tearjerker — as Hazel Grace Lancaster (effortlessly persuasive Shailene Woodley) warns us in an opening voiceover.