Director Drake Doremus manages to craft an emotional picture of a couple fated to be with one another until life gets in the way. The story is as beautiful as it is sobering, establishing a place for fate and reality to play their hands, with results that are not so easy to explain.
Premise: A British and American college student fall in love but must manage significant complications when they are separated when she’s banned from the U.S. after overstaying her visa. Result: A story about Love and how well, or not, it survives the circumstances of Life.
“Love is complicated” like “Gold is valuable” are premises that most people will understand, even those without the good fortune to have touched either. Like Crazy, aptly named for the colloquial description of Love’s hold over a person, consuming him or her, and often causing the beholder to act irrationally, is a tale of just that sweet nightmare, that rapture born of desire so strong that no matter the circumstances is unbreakable.
The story begins with a love letter, written by Anna (Felicity Jones) to Jacob (Anton Yelchin); a letter so deep and devoted that she had to put a disclaimer, “Please don’t think I’m crazy.” Jacob does not think she is crazy, or at least finds madness alluring enough to go on a date. Doremus, with the help of his brilliant cast, instantly grounds this ethereal take in firm reality; the date is clumsy, filled with awkward pauses known best to those for whom returned attraction is unusual, and calculated seduction completely alien. Anna and Jacob are connected, the chemistry palpable in each word said and unsaid, in each movement, in each breath.
Their love is strong enough to transform into a burgeoning relationship that like a flagrant fire blazes beautifully and uncontrollably. So much so, that Anna overstays her visa plunging them into an immigration calamity that keeps them apart: she in London, he in California. As time progresses, they try to maintain their relationship, missing calls, suffering loneliness, until ultimately he goes to visit her.
However, round two proves troublesome. Jacob mentions that he feels like he is on vacation rather than part of her life; there is deep love there, the type most people dream of, but there is also the ever-growing scent of something else, some sadness festering, like the decay of a moment passed. Nevertheless, the two continue to work out a solution; her parents like him and are working with attorneys on their behalf and the love is true.
But, eventually, there is a break and the two attempt to move on with their lives. Anna is becoming a successful writer/editor at a London magazine and Jacob’s business as a furniture designer of some sort is really taking off. The two appear to find momentary happiness, in Simon (Charlie Bewley) and Sam (Jennifer Lawrence) respectively. However, no matter the distance, no matter the adoration bestowed on them by their new lovers or the success in their careers, there is an absence, a missing piece, a sullen isolation that nags at that them. Time and time again they come together, out of hope, out of duty, out of desperation.
Crazy Love is an homage to the dark and bright side of Love. There is much beauty to be found in an affection that runs so deep that life is simply incomplete without the warmth of the other. There are many objects and symbols of this love that manifest – the chair, the notebooks – in the intense effort that comes from two so in Love, a touching sense of fulfilling happiness.
Of course, there is also the Shadow of a Love damaged, broken by circumstances outside our control. As time progresses, as each lover serves not only as the object of affection but as a referent for pain and despair, a saddening symbol of frustration, the relationship changes drastically, giving way to rage, to agony. At times, the story seems to be a nightmare, of two loving souls bound by a potion that makes them want the other unconditionally, and so intensely that there is only madness.
The truth is in this tale is supported by a strong cast. Yelchin and Jones are fantastic, mastering both silence and forceful passion as necessary. The two have a powerful chemistry that they play with through overt action and the subtlety in delivery.
Their lovers, Lawrence and Bewley add dramatically to the story, although clearly as supporting figures. Lawrence manages to harness the pain of betrayal, of loving one who cannot respond in kind; Bewley is more comical, facing the same terrifying sadness, but in scenes that are hysterical in their painful awkwardness. Anne’s parents, the brilliant Alex Kingston and Oliver Muirhead, are perfect in their understated brand of comedy. Each scene is deliciously uncomfortable but also endearing, filling the audience with as much laughter as discomfort.
In the end, Like Crazy is a beautiful story of the reality of Love, a spirit of fate and a symptom of Life. Strong direction, a sturdy script and a talented cast elevate this tale from bitter-sweet side show to memorable Love story, even if not the type of result one might dream of. On this note, perhaps the most powerful, crowning achievement in this film is its ability to make the audience think, to make them fill in the blanks and determine for themselves what happened. The answers we put forth may tell us a lot of what we think Love truly is.
Rating: 8 – An expensive red wine and juicy steak