Shailaine Woodley was perfectly cast (although missing the puffy steroided face, but hey! At least Hollywood let her keep the cannula and have a bad haircut and too-loose clothing) in this very faithful adaptation of the beloved novel and I loved every moment she was on the screen. I cannot say the same about her counterpart, Ansel Elgort, who was full of nervous ticks and goofy mannerisms and didn’t even have the whole I’m-supposed-to-have-a-prosthetic-leg thing down. It got to the point where every time he was on the screen I found myself wishing they would cut back to Shailaine and by the end of the movie I was very angry that Ansel Elgort was even present.*
*Which was a complete bummer because this movie had a lot going for it, otherwise.
Where watched: Living Room Theaters with Matt, Kelly, Laurie and Burt.