Last Thursday I went to see The Fault in our Stars with Sarah and a group of her friends. It was the movie premiere before opening to the general public the next night. Needless to say, everyone was pumped up. I loved the book even though I was not the author’s target market. So sad but so good, even I was pretty excited to see the movie. And no, I wasn’t invited to attend by Sarah and her friends. I was allowed to tag along since I have this thing called a car.
The first red flag that I was in a theater full of teenage girls was that they screamed every time someone appeared on the screen like they were at a concert or something. The second indicator was the level of sobbing around us. The movie is definitely sad but I couldn’t cry. In fact I sort of wanted to laugh. Not because I’m a cold-hearted bitch but because the sobbing around us was so intense and loud that it totally distracted me from the movie. The girl in the row in front of us fell to her knees on the floor (of the theater, so dirty, major yuck) and cried out loud. I wanted to rush over to her to see what was really bothering her. It couldn’t be the movie. Didn’t they all read the book and know what happens. Not like it was a shocking ending!!!
Anyway, I sat through it thinking how dramatic and ridiculous it all was when deep down in the back of my mind I was remembering a similar event many, many years ago. I think I was in 8th grade when I saw Brian’s Song. I remember me and my friends cried “intense and loud”. Hmmmm…… surely that was different, right???
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