This is the first stumble in Hansen-Løve's hitherto impressive filmography - the kind of directorial misstep that at least makes it clear how deft her footwork usually is.

Maya features no grand catharsis, no moment of profound emotional revelation, but this tentative love story is quite content to embed itself with a taciturn young man who returns home, unsure if home is a concept he can ever again embrace.

This tenderly shot film with an intriguing soundtrack claims a worthy spot in [Hansen-Løve's] catalog.

It has some good ideas and wonderful cinematography, yet it doesn’t do them enough justice, putting them to the side in favour of a typical romance.