Paper Works

I liked Paper Towns a lot.
Like it's 10 times better than The Fault in our Stars, which I didn't like by the way. The only Fault connection I liked was Ansel Elgort's cameo, which deserves a nod for Best Timing for a Cameo Appearance. Sent the whole movie theater's vaginas shrilling in a heartbeat and in a kind of unison that can rival synchronized swimmers. 

 
I liked that it touched me in the right places. It has Margo who is like me: the one who doesn't want to be found. It has Quentin who is like me: the sweet, musing, hopeless romantic. It has Ben who is
like me: goofy when drunk. It has Radar who is like me: passive-aggressive, dutiful, loyal son of a b.

I liked that amidst all stress, it gave me my first genuine laughs in months. And that despite this jaded mindset I'm in, the little man inside me felt the joy (and hope) of being loved and in love again...at least, even if I need to be Margo - loved from afar.

I liked that Paper Towns' soundtrack is giving me life. The Prom song "Falling" giving me Mariah teas.

I liked that Nat Wolff reminded me much of John Lloyd Cruz yet I found Sarah Geronimo at the end of the reel.