Me and Earl and The Dying Girl
So I just watched 'Five Feet Apart', and I had this real yearning to write about Me and Earl and the Dying Girl. And I mean Five Feet Apart wasn't even a bad movie. I don't watch a lot of medical drama movies, but this one felt kind of pretty deceiving in that regard. Like really, no one dies at the end, after all that mouth to mouth action? And how long is that night where someone can start to sleep, witness a death, contemplate it, decide to sneak off 2 miles away, go skating for a bit, get lung surgery, prepare an illumination show, and still have it be pitch black outside? But really it made me think about the realness of death. That as a viewer of 'Five Feet Apart', I don't know if you ever feel threatened by this impending doom of death. You see a girl drown, come back to life, get surgery, sob uncontrollably just minutes after she wakes up from surgery, and no consequences. I mean Stella's best friend Po dies, and she's ready to go see light...