Like great music, The Fault in Our Stars sings all the right notes. You won’t find any shallow touches in the script by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber (from John Green’s book) or in Josh Boone’s direction. As for the stars, Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort remain impeccable from start to finish. 

To see Woodley and Elgort waltz through the different stages of a relationship, in which every interaction feels unpredictable makes the film an unbridled pleasure. These two really listen and respond to each other. 

A little metaphor regarding an unlit cigarette made me think of Jean-Paul Belmondo from Breathless. Although Elgort and Belmondo look completely different, this visual quirk ties them together.

When the camera takes a moment to show the depths of feeling welling up inside Woodley’s soul, she transcends her age and becomes the embodiment of wisdom. From the way she smiles to climbing a flight of stairs -- a task made more difficult due to cancer which has affected her lungs -- every emotional point stems from somewhere personal and honest. This is acting too good to overlook.

Personally, I’d feel no hesitation about shouting my admiration for this picture from the tallest skyscraper in the world. Ultimately, that’s beyond the boundaries of the printed word. Therefore, I shall emphasize my feelings about The Fault in Our Stars in capital letters:

IT’S MY FAVOURITE FILM OF 2014.

(Released by Fox 2000 Pictures and rated "PG-13" for thematic elements, some sexuality and brief strong language.)