Cherie Bennett

I'm an author & playwright, often write for young adults, currently hired to adapt my Y.A. play and novel "Anne Frank and Me" to a screenplay (very exciting.) I watched the movie THE FAULT IS IN OUR STARS last night - research. Should add - I have not read the novel, but I recall reading raves for it, and great sales. I liked the movie a lot, and saw how early teen girls (in particular) could love it. It was sweet (in a good way), touching, lyrical at times, and the actress in the lead (so sorry I forgot her name!) was just wonderful. Then I read all these reviews by top adult male film critics who reamed it. What jerks, such hypocrisy. Too often adult film critics - especially those of the male persuasion - would rather sneer at work not in their (lack) of emotional wheelhouse than see that the fault is not in the movie, or the stars, but (thank you, Shakespeare) in themselves. One major critic compared in very unfavorably with the long ago young love/terminal illness "Love Story", which contains the most insipid line of all time: "Love means never having to say you're sorry", and truly abysmal acting. THE FAULT IS IN OUR STARS was lovely, touching and IT'S FINE, WONDERFUL! to write for an audience that is largely young and female, and also resonates beyond that demo. To sneer at it just 'cuz it's not "their" demo? Their loss.