If you still have the chance, see this film in a theater. The experience of watching it at home is perfectly okay and just as good, but there's just something very special about seeing a film this good (and a film which reminds me why I love movies to begin with) in that kind of environment.
The Fault in Our Stars is predominantly trite, sentimental, contrived, pretentious, and emotionally manipulative.
Shailene Woodley plays a surface-level characterization of a teenage girl suffering from terminal cancer. The character ends there, however, as she is a person defined solely by her illness and not much more. Ansel Elgort is one of the better aspects of this film, though his character is similarly lacking in depth and also responsible for uttering some of the more cringe-inducing lines.
Their relationship on…
I feel as though I am at a loss for words when it comes to The Grand Budapest Hotel. It seems as though all of my thoughts have already been expressed by reviewers far more competent than myself. That puts me in a weird spot because I don't want to just write the same things that everyone else has written. But, if everything has been said, what the hell am I supposed to say?
I suppose I'd like to begin…