Like Crazy
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OK, this game is hard to play every time out: I guess what this has in common with the last film I watched is a long, arduous march to futility.Not by chance, I think, that Jacob (Anton Yelchin) and Anna (Felicity Jones) meet in LA rather than New York--part of the point of her having to return to London (having crucially but believably overstayed her student visa) is, I think, that they're a third of the world, a third of the day, a third of their lives apart, and love is no match for that global mass. We care because this does as good a job as any film I've seen lately of showing young love in all its foolishness and beauty and bittersweetness in a way that resonates even with an old codger. And the telegraphic narrative--a montage of the couple in bed, in different positions and nightclothes, covers the passage of months, and some time jumps occur even more abruptly--which would be confusing and annoying in a lot of films, here perfectly conveys those lost transitions between desperation and fatigue. A lovely, heartbreaking film.
Trailer
- Young Adult--Looks a lot like Bad Teacher.
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