It didn't work for me. Here's the review I left on RT and Fandango.
I don't know what I was expecting with The Fault in Our Stars, but I think because of the hype from the book (which I haven't read), I went in thinking it was going to be some great Oscar-caliber moving experience. And that's probably what director Josh Boone was going for. Based on John Green's bestseller novel of the same name, the story revolves around a cancer-stricken teenage girl named Hazel (played by Shailene Woodley) who falls in love with a cancer survivor, a boy named Augustus (played by Ansel Elgort). The premise and story is the stuff of award-winning films. And there's a clear effort from the beginning of the movie to stress that this won't be a fluffy happy-ever-after tale. The narrator tells us that most tales we read and see in movies are not real, but that her story is, and that immediately hooked me. For awhile I was completely sold that this was going to be a rare, heartfelt authentic story. It had realistic dialogue, realistic characters, and surprisingly wry humor mixed with sobering slices of grit. I was really enjoying Hazel and her story...until she met Augustus. I don't know if it was the character or the actor (I suspect it was the latter), but talk about forced and awkward acting. He completely took me out of the movie. I didn't believe anything he said. When something that huge is flawed, you start looking for other problems. There was a lot of obvious manipulation. Of course films are manipulative, but here, I could see the strings. Unlike the beginning of the film, some of the later interactions and dialogue seemed forced and unrealistic, but planned to provoke empathy. I won't say it was a bad film. Overall, the acting was stellar (save Elgort). Woodley and Laura Dern who played her mother did particular well in their roles. I laughed a little and almost cried during one particular scene (which I attribute solely to Woodley's acting). But I never forgot it was a movie, and too much of it felt disingenuous and hollow, perhaps even more so because the narrator promised it wouldn't be.