It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
From the very start, Anna is more in love than Jacob. They meet in a college class in Los Angeles, she leaves a note on his windshield, they start to date, it goes very well, and because she can't bear the thought of separating, she overstays her student visa and doesn't return home to London on schedule. Later, when she tries to return to California, she's nabbed by immigration officials and put in one of those bare white rooms with one table and two chairs.
They will have to be apart — not forever, but for who knows how long? This makes her feel terrible, and we do, too, because they're young and beautiful. "Like Crazy" depicts them in an intelligent, graceful indie style. It's not a clunky rom-com; it's sweeter and more intimate. The question in my mind is, how deeply does he care?
I ask this as a male who brought some cynicism to my viewing. It may be love at first sight and Anna (Felicity Jones) may not have spent a lot of time with Jacob (Anton Yelchin), but she is deep and true and trusts her heart, and she wants to build a nest with this man. Jacob, however, feels sincerely for her, but what's required is loony love, not sincerity. If you're in love like crazy, you do what the situation requires.
Anna can't get into the United States. Jacob can get into London, but he can't move there because, you see, he designs and builds chairs, and his business is in Santa Monica. Say what? You can't design chairs in London? You wouldn't rather live in London with the girl you love than build chairs in Santa Monica? His chairs look ordinary to me. The one we see is a straight chair made of wood. We see him lovingly perfecting a sketch of it. Assemble a dozen second graders, assign them to draw a chair, merge their drawings into one, and they would look like a Jacob Chair. This guy is no Eames.