me when i’m wearing new clothes
me wearing anything at all
So, don’t get me wrong—I loved TFIOS. I thought it was a thoughtful book and a sincere film. However, I would like to point out a few details from the movie that I found to be a bit distracting from the story I wanted to see.
1. Hazel’s mom’s hair
I get it, she’s a mom, and her number one priority is not to look hot. But, 90% of this movie has her rocking Farrah Fawcett hair and not in a cool way. I’m not diminishing her womanhood (If that’s your jam, go on with your bad self) it just…wasn’t my favorite look. I thought her hair looked better when it was simply upswept or unkempt or whatever. At the end of the day it wasn’t about her but I just couldn’t deal. SO SUE ME.
2. Shailene and the almost-edible bottom lip
A lip bite does not a teen movie make. Especially when encountered at every turn of events including, but not limited to: risotto, Anne Frank, eye contact (of any sort), emails, texting, breathing, blinking, etc etc.
3. WHERE IS HAZEL’S DAD?
I was totally dumbfounded when what I considered to be one of the best scenes in the book was not included in the movie. Hazel’s conversation with her father is quite possibly one of the most meaningful passages that isn’t overflowing with declarations of love and the familiar notions of teenage infinity. In case you were now wondering to what I am referring:
"I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?"
4. Other exclamations, points of interest
I thought Ansel did an excellent job of being a teenaged boy. I’ve never been one, but from the outside looking in it felt real and accurate. Shailene, well, I’ve already said my piece about her and I’ll stop there. Anyway, I thought it to be a perfectly corny and emotional cinematic journey.
Sums up my relationship with pizza quite nicely
If you don’t have Felicia Day seductively eating pizza on your blog, you aren’t blogging right.
chillin out maxin, relaxin all cool and all, takin a bbath before a week of school