The day before Anna's trip back to the U.K., the couple spends the night in a hotel. They're quiet and missing each other already. Something very big is about to come between them, and they don't want to be ready for it. The next day, Anna decides not to go back. Jacob doesn't argue.
Eventually she does go home, though. Then, when Anna tries to visit L.A. as a tourist, she's sent back by immigration. (Visas aren't a joke, kids!) And that's when things get painful. The two young lovers are forced to start their post-college lives on their own. The filmmaker spared us a montage of emails and tears, but we see missed calls and text messages. Anna and Jacob settle into jobs and their own groups of friends at home, but they never fall out of love. Or at least not out of love with what they had when they were actually together.
When Jacob visits Anna in London, he tells her that he feels like he's on vacation, not a part of her life. The two begrudgingly talk about seeing other people. Anna later decides they have two options: waiting out her immigration ban or speeding things along by getting married. Uh, no pressure. They never consider breaking up.
I couldn't decide if my skepticism of this romance was wise or just wizened. Relationships are hard enough to maintain when they're local. How well can you really know someone if you see them so irregularly and only through the rose-colored, blurry glasses of memory? If I had written this movie, I would have titled it Like That's Gonna Work, Guys. But maybe I'm just jaded? Watch Like Crazy in theaters now to find out what Jacob and Anna decide to do.
Do long stretches of time apart in a relationship that's mostly long-distance count as growth or stasis? How long could you wait, if you were certain that the right person was on the other side of world from you?