I watched “The Fault in Our Stars” (2014) at 11 a.m. on Thanksgiving Day, alone. Which means I’m pretty much a loser. Or gay. Or both. Or maybe none of those things. Maybe I just didn’t want to watch something depressing in the dark (the movie’s about cancer, you know). Except it’s not that depressing, because it’s also a love story (which I already knew). Maybe I didn’t trust the filmmakers. Maybe I thought it would be manipulative (they were, ALL these kinds of movies are, and I need to get over that). But it was also much, much more.