I cannot understand movies about terminal illness. Who could possibly write such a thing, or agree to perform in it? Who on Earth could want to watch it? Maybe people who are suicidal. The purpose of entertaiment is to make you feel good, not bad. Optimistic, not "life is constant pain, and then you die."
I especially can't understand movies which try to convince you that "life is constant pain, and then you die" through heroic fantasy. Goblins, Elves, dragons, magic swords, and heroic quests are positive, life-affirming. Exciting. Fun.
Yet they keep mixing up deathbeds and magic swords.
A Monster Calls: A boy deals with the trauma of his dying mother by imagining a helpful tree monster. Sorry, not even the hunky Toby Kebbell as the boy's dad could convince me to get within 50 miles of ths monstrosity.
The Dangerous Book for Boys. Some boys overcome the trauma of their father's death by imagining a fantasy world. In addition to the sadness, it sounds sexist, all about stereotypic boys' interests in building things, racing things, playing sports, being loud and aggressive. Lots of boys aren't loud and aggressive, whether or not their dad is dead.
Pan's Labyrinth. A girl escapes the trauma of her sick mother and stepfather(Sergi Lopez) into a fantasy world.
The Place of No Words. A father (Mark Webber) helps his son deal with his own terminal illness by imagining a fantasy wold.
The Fault in Our Stars. Two teenagers cope with dying by imagining a fantasy world. Sorry, that's too depressing to even look up the cast list on IMDB to see if there are any hot actors.
At least these movies are upfront about the dying part, even though being upfront is bound to reduce the audience from 2,000,000 to about 20. Sometimes they lie to trick you into the theater.
The Bridge to Terabinthia was the worst offender, with trailers that promote a rousaing fantasy adventure similar to The Chronicles of Narnia. It takes about 20 minutes before you discover that you have been conned: you're watching a boy (Josh Hutcherson) and his girlfriend spinning fantasies in order to deal with the trauma of her terminal illness. I still remember the shock as I bolted from the theater.
Even thinking about these soul-destroying nightmares has me depressed. I'm rushing to Amazon Prime and watching the first comedy movie they recommend.
Like a Boss: Best friends Mia and Mel are running a cosmetics company. They must fight a villainous beauty mogul who wants to steal it.
How do you steal a company? Are there any cute guys? Any guys at all? Any gay characters?
Who cares? There are no dying loved ones or magic swords.