This is so cheering! The cheese-and-bologna part made me laugh.

I am pretty sure it is the least depressing movie for its degree of cynicism I have ever seen.

Somehow I thought ghoulish sentimentality was a product of the second half of the twentieth century... but I shouldn't have, thinking of Emmeline Grangerford (had to look up her name just now) from Huckleberry Finn.

I'd forgotten about Emmeline Grangerford!

I do think there's something modern about Hazel's story, if only in the speed of the media blitz and the rolling news cycle that follows her obsessively until it doesn't. The only difference nowadays would be that it would happen even faster.