Okay? Not Okay.

Not too many years ago man kind discovered the internet. Then I did. Millions of people did. Al Gore really thought he did- but that’s not the point.

Along with this revolution of the internet becoming a world wide social community came the birth of a website everybody loves: YouTube. A documentary, made by none other than the famous YouTubers (YouTube partners, a.k.a the people who work as content creators on YouTube) that documents the lives of the prestigious YouTubers and how YouTube has become a global community. YouTubers like Charles Trippy, Alli Speed, ShayCarl, and very importantly, the Green brothers John and Hank.

John and Hank Green are very active on YouTube- they run Vlogbrothers, a channel in which they vlog to each other, CrashCourse, which in an educational channel that covers topics such as U.S. History, World History, Chemistry, Biology, Psychology, Literature, and more. They also run Emma Approved, Sexplanations, SciShow, HankGames, personal channels for both John and Hank, and John on MentalFloss. In addition to these YouTube channels they started the website called Susbbable and help run DFTBA.com. They both dabble outside of YouTube with Hank working in the music industry and John Green writing books such as Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, and most popular, The Fault in Our Stars.

The Fault in Our Stars is a heartbreakingly beautiful account of two teenagers with terminal cancer experiencing a love story with an expiration date. I will most likely write a blog dedicated to the story itself, but for now I am writing to focus on the movie premiere.

Walking into the theatre at the earliest showing possible, 9 o’clock Thursday the 5th of June, I was surrounded by other teenage girls sporting their Nerdfighter/TFiOS gear. There was approximately two guys in the entire theatre. One of which most likely had absolutely no idea what he had gotten himself into. The other was clearly enjoying himself- this guy cheered loudly and cried like nobody was watching- as we all did.

A brief summary of the emotions of the theatre ranged from busting out laughter to more people ugly crying in one room than you could ever imagine. Some media coverage described the tears shed in the TFiOS theaters not as quiet, polite trying-to-not-interupt-the-movie-crying, but instead as “racking sobs.”

Unlike most movie theater visits, in which crabby people have told me to “pipe down” or “be quiet, other people are listening!” (as the couple yelling at us promptly left half an hour into the movie not due to any sort of talking) this was a group of strangers who wanted to talk, mingle, and converse over a shared love of this story. Looking down the isle I was in, I could see just about every girl in the theater came prepared with snacks, drinks, and most importantly, tissues. So many tissues. It was fun being able to be surrounded by other people with a mutual love and admiration for the production of the movie adaptation of this wonderful book, people who had read the book and got your jokes and knew what you would feel.

At one point the famous line comes and it goes “okay?” and then “okay.” and I was sitting in my chair like “No. IT IS NOT OKAY.”

And here we have a gif from BBC’s Sherlock in which Watson adequately describes every fan’s emotions at the end of the movie.

And the girl next to me laughed, because she got my reference, and that was pretty amazing. The girl on the other end of me and my two sisters was also in tears but laughing at the same time, as we all were, because that is exactly the beauty of this movie- although the characters are dealt bad cards and live with perpetual pain and an impending doom, they are able to be so happy and content it really speaks to how people should try to strive to live their lives.

And finally, what part of the book indisputably was the best part that was left out of the movie. The funny half of the Swing Set scene. Hazel and Gus are sitting on the rickety, depressing swing set in her back yard speaking about how her family planned, or wanted to, sell it. So they make up some funny advertisements for it:

“‘Swing Set Needs Home,’ I said. ‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,’ he said. ‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,’ I said.” It literally cannot get better than lonely, vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children. If anybody thinks they can compete with that, be my guest.