Like Crazy
Since 1978, the Sundance Film Festival has been a platform for independent cinema, often serving as the initial springboard to recognition for films now considered staples of the type, including Reservoir Dogs and sex, lies and videotape, as well as for now-notable directors, such as Darren Aronofsky and Paul Thomas Anderson. Despite lamentations that it has turned in recent times from an honest endeavour to promote independent filmmaking into a commercial paparazzi-fest, acclaimed films have continued to come through Sundance, with recent years seeing some of the official festival prizes going to such lauded films as Primer, Man on a Wire, Precious and Animal Kingdom; last year’s winner of the Grand Jury Prize (for best film), Winter’s Bone, went on to receive a host of awards from other international festivals, as well as picking up four Oscar nominations. Winter’s Bone was about a gritty young woman out in a man’s world to garner only fragments of the story of her father’s death; this year’s winner, Like Crazy is about love. Interpretations or portrayals of love tend to seem an over-charted territory, with many takes on it stumbling down a cheese-fest of sunshine and flowers. Like Crazy does begin with this approach – and arguably pulls it off.
Like Crazy begins by showing the audience an uninitiated but existing attraction; shy and suggestive glances and smiles are thrown as the two leads, Jacob (Anton Yelchin) and Anna (Felicity Jones), are built into their thematic roles. The two are college students in Los Angeles; Anna is a UK national, in the USA on a student visa, studying journalism, and Jacob is a student of furniture design. Early on in the film is the breakthrough: there is the approach; the ice and then bread is broken, and the film enters a montage-styled sequence depicting the best of times in a relationship. From under this fractured imagery, however, rise pragmatic problems: as the two finish college, Anna’s student visa is set to expire, and she must go back to England for an entire summer before applying for a work visa – until she decides to stay for the summer and make a shorter visit later. Of course, this is the point of complication, and immigration officials pounce on Anna as she attempts to re-enter the USA later; she is deported back in tears, and the two are forced into a frustrated long-distance relationship.
What is most appealing about Like Crazy is the sense of honesty on screen, a trait that stems largely from its unconventional production: in an interview, director Drake Doremus stated that there was no conventional screenplay for the film; ‘We had a 50-page outline, that's really specific, more specific than most scripts, because it's got all this backstory in it, and scene objectives, character breakdowns, subtext, plot points, but what it doesn't have is exact lines of dialogue. It does have some lines, but not that many.’ The actors were thus to improvise almost all of their lines, and, as such, the film has little of a melodrama that is so precarious, that can either elevate or weigh down into parody the conventional romance. The lines are fraught with the indecision and awkwardness that line reality, and the sense of realism is accentuated by the simple, shaky cinematography; Doremus claimed on this note in the same interview that the film was shot on a Canon EOS 7D DSLR camera, a $1500 still camera (also used, notably, for the filming of Black Swan and 127 Hours), while the entire budget of the film was reportedly an impressive $250,000. In this regard, Like Crazy is both conceptually and production-wise the kind of film Sundance seeks to promote; its Grand Jury Prize win is, perhaps, a matter of little surprise.
That is not to imply that the film does not have its artistic merits. Yelchin, previously best-known for his roles in Terminator Salvation and Star Trek, turns in an impressively restrained performance, but it is Jones who grabs most of the attention, delivering her performance with winning emotional sincerity. There is also some good work from the supporting cast: Oliver Muirhead is decent, if one-dimensional (though this may be a problem with given character outlines rather than acting), as Anna’s father; Alex Kinston as her mother is better, showing more depth, but it is the unheralded Simon Bewley, known previously only for minor roles in the Twilight films, who evokes most of both antipathy and sympathy in a minor if pivotal role. In comparision, Jennifer Lawrence, who, as star of last year’s Winter’s Bone, has had roles in two consecutive Grand Jury winners, has too little a role to evoke a similar response. This, perhaps, is indicative of the film’s pervading weakness: while there is impressive sincerity, it is undermined by the sense of underwritten roles; in a more intellectual setting, the characters might stand for something and work as cogs in the screenplay, but in as human a drama as Like Crazy, it becomes an impediment to identification, denying the film that bit of extra emotional depth.