British journalism major Anna (Felicity Jones) has a visa to study in Los Angeles, where she meets a boy who in many ways feels like her male equivalent: artistic, creative Jacob (Anton Yelchin). Anna and Jacob naturally fall in love, but when Anna overstays her visa, there is hell to pay. Jacob doesn’t want to abandon his business for a new life in England, and Anna can’t return to America without Homeland Security getting all up in her business. Other romantic entanglements ensue, but you sense Anna and Jacob will somehow find a way out of their paperwork typhoon. Still, director Drake Doremus and co-screenwriter Ben York Jones have a few surprises in store. As sweet and light as the cappuccino froth your favorite barista marks with a heart, Like Crazy takes its cue from young love itself; it’s intense, grandiose, and end-of-the-world feeling at every turn. With its spastic, hand-held camera, the feel of the film is giddy and breathless too, conveying love that is a little ridiculous and occasionally irritating to all those who behold it. The film derives a significant gob of charm from its two cherubic leads, both physically slight, sensitive romantic types who seem stamped from the boy-girl molds in true love’s confectionery shop. There are no epic events, just officious immigration service bureaucrats and the occasional cheating. But both Anna and Jacob are ultimately pure of heart and virtuous, and while it lasts, Like Crazy is a sugar high immersion in what it feels like to be crazy in love.