The camera—a bulky Sony Handycam, the kind that eats batteries like candy—rests on a stack of Seventeen magazines. The red record light blinks. Grainy, over-saturated light fills the frame: a bedroom in suburban Ohio, walls plastered with Polaroids and torn-out pages of Liv Tyler.
She pauses. The red light flickers.
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. fylm All I Wanna Do 1998 mtrjm kaml may syma - may syma 1
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.
A girl's voice, possibly May's, says: "All I really wanna do is turn the static back into a signal. But maybe that's the same as dying." The camera—a bulky Sony Handycam, the kind that
"If you're watching this, I finally learned how to fly. Rewind me if you miss me."
But Juliet is dead. She jumped from the Kaml Street overpass six months ago. May is the one who found the note, folded into a paper crane, hidden inside a mixtape case labeled SYMA 1 . She pauses
"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."