File Celeste and Jesse Forever in with the films I'll look back fondly upon, but which I can't quite say I love just yet. It's a story which I suspect will rank as a sort of lady version of High Fidelity, the sort of film you find yourself loving more and more intensely as you accidentally grow in to something resembling it. Celeste (Rashida Jones) is a woman with one foot in a world of arrested development and the other grounded in the life of the professional, the mature. Before the opening credits finish rolling, her marriage to the endearingly un-serious Jesse (Andy Samberg) has dissolved and they're amicably platonic best friends. Though they spend all their excess time together, visit all the same friends, and live on different parts of the same property, they're in the process of a divorce because, we learn, Celeste decided that Jesse was essentially too stuck in an Apatowian immaturity to really grow with her into the next stage of their life. So, they tell each other they love one another, they share the same dumb jokes, but they can't stay married. It's a decision we immediately see neither feels completely comfortable with, but, like a young, hipster version of Hope Springs, each is content to follow through upon in the name of the other's happiness.