Everything, Everything

Everything, Everything is not for everyone, but it will satisfy a certain subset of teenage girls who are compelled by watching fragile girls come-of-age with the help of a pretty boy.

Stenberg's relaxed charisma carries what is a rather preposterous premise... Aside from its leading lady, what "Everything, Everything" has going for it is its light, fantastical aesthetic and unexpected sense of buoyancy.

Stenberg and Robinson are enormously appealing young actors, but charisma only goes so far in a story that manages to be, as directed by Stella Meghie, sterile and wildly far-fetched.

Only partially succeeds in being the right romantic medicine.

Engrossing and not too sugar-sweet, Meghie's movie is slightly paranoid, surprisingly fantastical and superb at translating the overwhelming stupor of first love with big, bold shots and a banging soundtrack.

"The Fault in Our Stars" meets "Room" in "Everything, Everything," a confounding psychological drama masquerading as a cutesy teen love story.

...a sweet, somewhat uneventful coming-of-age story.

If you're looking for a film to jumpstart your feeling body and throw you back into your teens, watch Everything, Everything. You may come out of it a wiser adult.

Director Stella Meghie's retelling aims for the heart, along with humor, tears, agita, and more. For the most part, the film succeeds.

All in all, Everything Everything is a watered-down modern day rehash of the Boy in the Plastic Bubble with a female lead.

Facile and foolish, it completely loses plausibility in the third act...

What starts out as a reasonably fresh take on stories about debilitating illnesses and unrequited young love winds up as a heavy-handed melodrama that lacks the courage to follow through on its convictions.