STARRING: Shailene Woodley, Ansel Elgort
DIRECTOR: Josh Boone
THE SKINNY: Not only do Hazel (Woodley) and Gus (Elgort) have to deal with their usual teenage problems, but both also have the added burden of living with cancer. She has thyroid cancer that has spread to her lungs. He's in remission from the osteosarcoma that took one of his legs. From the time they meet, both are inexplicably drawn to each other and a magical relationship is born.
Guys, you can do this.
If I wasn't assigned to watch it, there's no way I'd voluntarily go for a weepie.
And yet, it's pretty good. It's sharply funny, amazingly not too mawkish and has a deliciously dry approach to death by cancer.
Take tissues with you - even if you resist the ol' hot eyes, there's a strong chance your partner won't. Fifteen minutes from the end, the cinema was so full of audible snot, it was like someone had thrown a flu bomb.
It's also refreshing that the cast is not too beautiful - in fact, Elgort looks uncannily like a hunky Michael Cera.
Even if this film stank, it will do, and has done, huge numbers as its in-built audience is ready to worship it.
But for the rest of us?
This is a rare case where the two leads visibly improve over the course of the film, Woodley being the better one. Elgort's acting is too obvious for him to be believable at first.