So, today The Fault in Our Stars is opening and I can’t get to watch it. I wrote this blog entry in advance because I am in the beach with my cousin and my uncle and aunt and I’m getting away from the city and the world for awhile and reconnect with the sea. I need it. I’m so thankful for the invite. I haven’t gone to the beach this whole summer and this summer has been brutal.
I need this.
But I am sad because I heard so many good things about The Fault in Our Stars. I was supposed to read the book before the movie comes out but I never got to. I love Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort. I thought Ansel Elgort was the best thing in the Carrie remake and Shailene Woodley just killed Divergent and The Spectacular Now. So, on that alone, I know I’m going to like it. And I’m going to be late on posting my review up in Juice. I’m quite sad about that.
But the story and this trailer. A love story of two people who are suffering from illnesses. Don’t mix love stories with terminal illnesses, please! I get so vulnerable and fragile. That’s my weakness. I will not survive. If it is even just half as good as I am expecting it to be, I’m going to be destroyed by this film (in a beautiful way).
I can just tell. I’m crying just watching the trailer. I always empathise with the one suffering from the affliction. Of course. I’m so basic that way.
I can’t believe I’m not going to see it on the first day.