Maya Forever
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30-Mar-2018
A group of young friends in Boston navigate their combustible youth, making moves towards romance, artistic expression, and outer space. A lo-fi jolt of cinematic playfulness, “Maya Forever” is constantly shifting, never tied down to believability or realism, always jump-cutting in and out and away. Maya and Connor are musicians. They meet one night on the train and Connor is in love. He writes love poems and leaves her notes but they struggle to establish a real relationship. Meanwhile, Connor’s roommate, Dallis, has accidentally summoned a ghost at their apartment after a botched attempt to revive a dead cat. Before long they’re sharing Colt 45’s and dancing together in the kitchen. But over at Maya’s place, her roommate, Emma, shares a piece of wild news that could separate them permanently. The film by Benjamin Gordon is defined by its loosey-goosey energy, absurd turns, and committed performances. The overlapping stories pick up steam as they move along, and by the end, the jazzy, black-and-white French New Wave meets mumblecore oddity has us convinced.
Written/directed/shot/edited by Benjamin Gordon. Starring Deedee Elbieh, Connor Abeles, Emma Pearl Nigut, Dallis Seeker, and Nicholas Inglin.
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