Rom-drama trumps sci fi as love blooms in the foxholes
I will always hate “The Fault in Our Stars.”
In the future, the romantic dramedy about dying teenagers falling in love will be heralded by the sentimental and loathed by the cynical as classic American heartbreak porn. The success of “Fault,” which exploded at the box office this weekend, will make a brand name out of author John Green, make stars out of its young leads, and its quotes will infect every corner of pop culture, providing handy new passwords for bleeding hearts from here to eternity. OK? OK.
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