Five Feet Apart is a young-love story not meant for grownups
|Toronto Star 14 Mar 2019 at 08:29|
Full disclosure: I am so not the target demographic for Five Feet Apart, a mushy, three-hankie weeper that is aimed squarely between the eyes of every 15-year-old girl with a crush on Cole Sprouse (Jughead in Riverdale). Even typing the words “so not” doesn’t come naturally to me.
Set in a hospital, the romantic melodrama centres on the unrequited romance between two 17-year-old cystic fibrosis patients, played by the 26-year-old Sprouse — all fluffy hair and brooding, faux-adolescent intensity — and Haley Lu Richardson, who, at 24, is one of the best and most appealing actresses of her generation. But this movie is not for us fans of Richardson’s work (in Support the Girls, Columbus, Split and The Edge of Seventeen, to name a few).
Stella Grant (Haley Lu Richardson) is every bit a seventeen-year-old: she’s attached to her laptop and loves her best friends. But unlike most teenagers, she spends much of her time living in a hospital as a cystic fibrosis patient. Her life is full of routines, boundaries and self-control -- all of which is put to the test when she meets an impossibly charming fellow CF patient named Will Newman (Cole Sprouse).
Richardson may be the best thing about this Velveeta-slathered heap of lukewarm cliché, but she is merely a vicarious vehicle for thwarted teenage longing directed at the bad-boy dreamboat heartthrob of countless high-school-girl fantasies. And if you aren’t caught in the throes of those fantasies at this very moment, in your real life, you’re probably not going to find much to like here.
Richardson plays Stella, a girl who falls in love with a boy she literally cannot touch, thanks to what is known as the “six-foot rule,” a real medical standard that recommends that CF patients give each other a wide berth and wear face masks to avoid cross-infection. Stella is in the hospital awaiting a lung transplant, and down the hall is Will (Sprouse), another CF patient participating in the clinical trial of an experimental treatment for a rare but life-threatening bacterial infection. If she happens to catch it, that will rule out Stella’s transplant.
Stella is an obsessive-compulsive rule-follower, with her own YouTube following for her chirpy series of educational CF videos — which also conveniently help with the film’s exposition — and Will wears his morbid cynicism (almost literally) on his sleeve. His face mask, naturally, features a death’s head grimace.
Yes, they’re opposites, but much of Five Feet Apart focuses on mutual rapprochement: Stella tries to get Will to rediscover hope — “It’s just life,” he cracks, “it’ll be over before you know it” — while he tries to get her to loosen up and live a little. (The film’s title refers to Stella’s ever-so-slight bending of the rules.)
If all this sounds like a bummer, yes, it is. The film’s emotional climax, in which Will and Stella engage in some beyond-risky behaviour, is almost a horror movie for germaphobes. But it’s not all gloom and doom. In a nod to rom-com tropes, Stella even comes with a gay BFF; just don’t get too attached to the character, if you know what I mean.
Is Five Feet Apart trite, familiar and shamelessly manipulative? Of course. There’s even a scene in which Will and Stella strip down to their underwear and show each other their surgery scars and gastrostomy tubes, meant to show off their vulnerability. All it really proves is how far the filmmakers are willing to go to jerk your chain.