My first room in the hospital, I had a cystic as a roommate. We would play pranks on our respiratory therapists, order pizza with the nurses, and push our beds together to watch movies - with popcorn, extra salt. It was actually pretty fun. Then they introduced the infection control stuff, and HIPAA, so you couldn't even see people's names on the board at the nurse's station. It made things scarier and lonlier, even though it was for our benefit.
I hope they didn't glamorize CF too much in the movie. Sure, getting the word out about CF is great, but not if it seems nonthreatening. (going to try to watch it today if I can find it)