The Fault in Our Stars + Me Weeping

SPOILERS: There are spoilers of major plot points in this post. If you haven’t finished the book or want to be surprised by the movie, don’t read!

I’ve just returned home from seeing The Fault in Our Stars so it’s safe to say, I’M FEELING ALL THE FEELS.

The Fault in Our Stars Movie Poster

Here’s some commentary.

N was one of three guys in the theater. We also might have been the oldest people there. Here is how he felt about it.

If you liked the book, you’ll like the movie. The actors were perfectly casted (perfectly. I can’t even describe how very Augustus, Augustus was). The movie was exactly what I thought, and hoped, that it would be. It was beautiful, warm, heavy and affecting.

I discovered during this movie that my left eye tears significantly more than my right. You’d think I’d been dumped cried enough in my life to have figured that one out by now but NOPE. Took a tear-jerker of a movie.

Tear-jerker is a gross understatement. You will cry more in this movie than any other movie you’ve ever seen. It puts A Walk to Remember, the first 15 minutes of Up, Forrest Gump, Pay It Forward and yes, even Marley & Me, to SHAME. So many tears.

There are moments during the movie where it’s intentionally silent or very quiet. During that time, the sound of dozens of people weeping was overwhelmingly audible. You could also hear Godzilla in the next theater.

The Fault in Our Stars Quote #TFIOS

This is my favorite quote from the book and the movie. In a hundred lifetimes, I don’t know that I could ever describe the feeling of falling in love better than John Green has. The love scene that contains this quote was one of the most well-done, tender, and purposeful love scenes I’ve ever seen. I could feel my heart in my chest. It’s also not so graphic that you feel awkward sitting in a crowded theater.

At one point, I’ve got tears just running down my face. Endless streams. And N just turns and is staring at me. Naturally, I snap, “STOP STARING AT ME.” Like, what is that? Like he wanted to hug me but there was an arm rest situation and so instead he just stared at me with this sad pity face.

When we left the theater, N says to me “I don’t think I’ve ever been around so many crying women before.” Astute observation and also mildly creepy.

If you read one thing from this post, let it be this. 

One month ago, I attended a funeral for a beautiful 18-year-old young woman who died of Osteosarcoma, the same cancer that our fictitious Augustus died of. My heart was heavy going in to this movie, knowing that with every tear, I’d be thinking of her. You can hear Miranda’s story here, straight from her (definitely watch it if you are Christian and want proof of a miracle). She is missed and she is so loved.

Augustus and Hazel’s stories are not just fiction. This week, 49 kids in the US will die of childhood cancer. That’s two classrooms worth of kids. When you weep for Augustus and Hazel, weep for them too. Because those kids will still be dying long after the popularity of this book and movie fades. Please keep these kids in mind when you consider which charities to support.

If you can’t give, consider joining the Bone Marrow Registry. I know several children whose lives have been saved by bone marrow transplants from unrelated bone marrow donors. Saving someones life is the ultimate gift.

It’s also important to note that bone marrow matches are often between those with similar ethnic backgrounds. “According to the World Donor Marrow Association, while two out of three Caucasians find a match, the chances of a patient from another ethnic background can be as low as one in four” (source). It’s even less for someone with a multicultural background. Please keep this in mind and encourage everyone, and especially those of multicultural heritage, to join the registry.

I hope that was informative without being too preachy.

On that note, I’m off to hug Archie and try to get my emotions in check.

Have you seen The Fault in Our Stars yet? What did you think?

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