It's most comparable to Jonathan Levine's "50/50" in this way; it will leave you feeling like you've been punched in the gut, but it acknowledges that there can be humor even in the worst situations.
But then the story shifts to Amsterdam, and whatever intention Boone and his producers had of making this a different kind of cancer movie — something like Jonathan Levine’s 50/50, in other words — ends up in the nearest canal.
The Fault in Our Stars, like 2011’s 50/50, finds necessary humor in the gravest of subjects, the inherent glory and ridiculousness of life’s impermanence.
Whether you relish that depends upon your predilection for the Beaches, 50/50s and Shadowlands of this world.
For every smart, balanced portrait of living with illness like Jonathan Levine’s insightful “50/50,” there’s the grating form of bottled sentimentalism found in “The Bucket List.”
The screenplay contains more humor than can be found in the average cancer-related film, although it falls short of the pinnacle achieved by 50/50 , which largely avoided the kind of overt manipulation that emerges late in The Fault in Our Stars.