Maitland Ward Crempie [exclusive] File

The young woman laughed. Maitland meant it.

Maitland smiled at the last one. Then she put the phone away, because Jules was calling “places,” and the crempie was about to rise again. maitland ward crempie

Maitland loved every second of it.

The film never went to Sundance. It didn’t get picked up by A24 or Netflix. But it played at a dozen festivals, won “Best Short Horror” at a tiny one in Ohio, and developed a cult following online. People wrote essays about its themes of unresolved love and literal consumption. Teenagers dressed as the crempie for Halloween. A bakery in Portland released a limited-edition tart called “The Maitland.” The young woman laughed

“Crempie,” she said aloud, testing the word like a new flavor on her tongue. It was the title of the project she’d been circling for months—a dark, absurdist comedy-horror short film about a pastry chef whose signature dessert brings the dead back to life, but only for seven minutes, and only if they answer one truthful question about why they left. The script had arrived via a producer she’d met at a horror convention, where she’d signed glossy 8x10s next to a guy who played a zombie in The Walking Dead and a woman who’d been murdered in three different CSI episodes. Then she put the phone away, because Jules

On the first day of shooting, she arrived early, found the key grip untangling a C-stand, and helped him without being asked. She ran lines with the sound guy between takes. When the prosthetic “crempie” (a pulsating, custard-filled tart with an animatronic cherry that blinked) malfunctioned in the middle of a climactic scene, Maitland improvised a line about “dead man’s pudding” that made the entire crew laugh so hard Jules kept it in the final cut.