The Fault In Our Stars: A Flawed Showcase for Shailene Woodley

I've been trying to make up my mind about  the film adaptation to John Green's widely popular novel "The Fault in Our Stars" ever since I saw it Thursday night. Critics are raving (82% on Rotten Tomatoes) and audiences ate it up ($65 mill worldwide opening weekend), but I've been divided on it since I left the theater. I went in a virgin, for the most part. I knew the film's plot, however, I did not know any of the quotes, character names or ending; the army of white girls surrounding me and my friend knew the story inside and out while we knew close to nothing.

What I did know, however, was that I wasn't going to love the film. The trailer had me rolling my eyes at least 7 times (John Green's writing/representation of teenagers has always had me rolling my eyes; I know no one like the characters he writes). While this wasn't a black and white representation of adolescence romance that had been done to death, it seemed utterly pretentious. And though full of emotion, that's pretty much what I got by the end of the film. However, what saves the film from slipping into complete, and utterly reprehensible territory is the charisma of Shailene Woodley, and her remarkably mature performance.