I'll admit that my heart broke a little by film's end, as the camera rested on Yelchin and Jones's faraway looks and Stars' sublime "Dead Hearts" flooded the soundtrack.

Felicity Jones shines in Drake Doremus' deceptively simple romance, a refreshing take on an age-old dilemma.

It is poignant and moving, and by the time its last, touchingly incandescent final image flickers into darkness I almost couldn't believe all I had been lucky enough to witness.

The leads, for their part, are youthful, charming and lost, but the representation of their relationship just isn't raw or wry enough to be compelling.