Mrs W doesn't really do romance.
Yes, she might have been described by a Daily Mail article as "youthful'' and have ''pretty blonde hair'' but schmaltz is not her bag.
She had already demonstrated this with her sniffy attitude towards War Horse and followed it up by scoffing in the direction of Drake Doremus's tale of two young people whose love was divided by the Atlantic Ocean.
As we walked away from Showcase Cinema De Lux Derby, her insight was simple. "All that taught me was to make sure not to mess around with Visa regulations,'' she said.
She was referring to the faux pas made by Felicity Jones' character Anna, who precipitated a bureaucratic nightmare by overstaying her welcome in the United States to stay with the love of her life (Anton Yelchin).
Setting aside Mrs W's cynicism, I thought Like Crazy was reasonably well observed.
Those early awkward moments of a young relationship certainly resonated with me (Mrs W probably prefers to forget them).
In this case Jones is the English rose who falls for the American while studying in Los Angeles. They have a spiffing time together until time comes for her to go back to the UK.
Then, because the violated her Visa, US immigration won't let her back into the country.
Thus, begins a long-distance love.
I've mused on whether to reveal why this resonated with me but I've Mrs W's permission to say that before I met her I had two relationships which fell apart while I was living in a different country to the ladies' concerned.
I shall reveal no more details (one reads this blog!) other than to say that it's a big ask for young folk and we didn't even have Visa issues!
Thus, that part too, I thought, was well observed.
But when all said and done, I'm not at all sure, while it was clever, I just didn't think Like Crazy was particularly entertaining.
Dare I say, both of the lead characters were a bit bland and a trifle funless.
And, thus, I struggled to connect -apart from with Anna's parents, played with verve by Alex Kingston and Oliver Muirhead.
I'm reminded, at this point, by one of my twitter followers who says she reads the blog but never agrees with my summary of a film because she is a 22-year-old lass.
I suspect she will like this and the film-makers will probably be happy that it left me shrugging my shoulders.
However, what I do not accept is the ending. If you see it, you will know exactly what I mean.
Laughs: Minor chortles
Jumps: One
Vomit: Zero
Nudity: Nothing you wouldn't expect to see in a swimming pool.
Rating? 5.5/10
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