
This move just made his loss even more sad. The only thing that I think could have been better is that, there should have been more scenes in the first half, that is, in the happy part so that I could see some more of SSR on the screen. Just like the novel, the movie brings many funny and adorable situations and then plunges the audience into the tragedy leaving them in tears.

Manny-Kizzie pair is just the perfect Indian substitute for the Hazel-Augustus pair. What made even more sad is the fact that Sushant Singh Rajput will not be seen on screen again. Like any and every Fault in Our Stars adaptation, the movie left me in tears, obviously. The thing is, I had the temptation to write something about it after watching Dil Bechara. Many of you have either read the book or watched the Hollywood movie. I’m not giving a book review because it really isn’t necessary. Hazel and Augustus will forever remain in our hearts till infinity. As for the book, I can say that John Green succeeded in bringing out a very meaningful and heart-touching young adult novel. I remembered it now after watching the movie Dil Bechara, the Hindi adaptation of Fault in Our Stars. The Fault In Our Stars released in theatres on Friday.“ I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” And of course, teenagers need to sob too. Woodley and Elgort are big stars, and obviously their pairing has sensational appeal for their target audience. Their collective sniffles and sobs surrounded your dry reviewer, who happened to be the only person above the age of 20 there.

On Friday morning, teenagers packed the first show of The Fault In Our Stars at suburban theatre in Mumbai.
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Hazel and Gus start talking about, and even performing, eulogies to one another in front of one another. Ideas of infinity, resolution, heaven, death, afterlife muzzle the story. The last few sequences are like a string of climaxes or conclusions, however you see it-as soon as you realize an end is in sight, another scene takes off, soft rock beats punctuating it. In the beginning, The Fault In Our Stars seems out of the box, balancing sentimentality with whimsicality and quirkiness.

Gus Van Sant’s Restless is a striking example of how banal such films can be. Disease is shorn of wit in most Hollywood, and surely Hindi, films (Dard Ka Rishta, Anand, and the Hindi adaptation of Love Story, Ankhiyon Ke Jharokhon Se). Film-makers have used cancer and fatal diseases for blubber-inducing dramas, with quasi-philosophical messages.
