She holds up a matchbook. The Starlite Lounge, Kaml Street. The camera shakes. Outside, a train horn wails. is not a word. It's a code May and her three friends—Rina, Jules, and the ghost-eyed girl they call "Moth"—carved into the wooden desk of their high school's AV club. MTRJM : Meet The Real Juliet, Motherfucker.
May Syma (17, eyeliner sharp enough to cut, hair dyed the black of a wet crow) leans into the lens. She is not smiling. fylm All I Wanna Do 1998 mtrjm kaml may syma - may syma 1
She pauses. The red light flickers.
"Take one," she says. Then she rewinds the tape, records over it. "Take two. is not a movie. It's a manifesto. If I die before graduation, this is why." She holds up a matchbook
All I wanna do / is get back to you / underneath the Kaml Street moon / where the trains cut through / and the syma sings you true. Outside, a train horn wails
All I Wanna Do (1998) Logline: A VHS tape labeled only "SYMA 1" holds the final, fragmented recording of a teenager named May, who tried to digitize her soul before the millennium turned. May 14, 1998. 11:47 PM.