It’s a peculiar film focusing on the connection between an injured soccer player named "Bassley" (Olegunleko Ezekiel Gbenga) and four women who occasionally ask him to do small tasks for them. With his career effectively over due to a broken leg, they provide some support when they all move into a dilapidated house and live together in an environment with very little dialogue or clothing. Beyond the initial discomfort of seeing them cook unclothed while oil splatters from the wok, not much seems to occur. They rarely talk, sleep in the same room, and although there’s nothing overtly sexual happening, a noticeable closeness develops between the five of them—a connection that feels like it will be challenged as time goes on. However, “progressing” might be too kind a description; the narrative doesn't really move forward. There's an abundance of drawn-out photography, people casually wandering around naked while peeling potatoes, and communication through looks and gestures, but I didn’t learn much about any of them. The nudity does highlight the diversity of human bodies and to some degree makes the situation feel more relatable, but it isn't essential to the story; it just involves people without clothes who eventually become unremarkable. Is this meant to be a symbolic representation of societal complexities or our often fragile ways of protecting ourselves? I guess the core issue is identifying what’s actually significant about this film. It wasn’t something I disliked, but its meaning largely eluded me and I'm unsure who the intended audience might be, even by the end.

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