“The world is not a wish-granting factory.”
I was so proud of myself because I had read all through John Green's book smiling or laughing, getting sad or moved, but never giving way to tears. I read
The Fault in Our Stars not long ago and in a very short time, appreciating Mr Green's talent at creating a brilliant YA romance
(my review).
Now, it is not that I'm not proud of myself anymore for what happened, but, you know, it is not easy for me to get moved to tears in public and it is always quite embarassing when the lights in the theatre are switched on and you are in a flood of tears and blowing your nose, isn't it?
In this case there were many wet eyes and noses blown here and there at the end of The Fault in Our Stars (Colpa delle Stelle) which opened on 4th September here in Italy, so I felt a bit less foolish.
Anyway, what I especially loved in this movie is that, just like the book, it is not whining or melodramatic. What prevails is teenage lightness and bitter irony, which becomes harsh, if not paradoxical, sarcasm some times.
Cancer and young love, death and life, hope and desperation: tough dichotomies to deal with without ending up with sappiness or melodrama. I couldn't find traces of either in this touching story, honestly.