I love the premise. I love the actors. I love that it's low budget and obviously improvised. I even love the style. But at its heart there's something missing, something false, about the way it comes together. This is the Monkees to "Blue Valentine"'s Beatles. It's a kind of faux verite film that lacks the punch and grit and...well, genuine-ness that the genre demands. Even with all that said I have high hopes for the future of Felicity Jones, who steals every scene and proves herself a HUGE talent to be watched. She's gorgeous and sincere and almost saves the scenes that are just too over-dramatic and contrived to ring true. So overall there's a lot to like here...but it's just a little too plastic for its own good.
Review of Like Crazy
