Taste (2021)

This is quite a bizarre piece of cinema that centres around the relationship between injured footballer "Bassley" (Olegunleko Ezekiel Gbenga) and four women whom he does the occasional odd job for. His leg was broken so his career is pretty much over and they offer him a lifeline of sorts when they all move into a ramshackle old house and live together in a largely dialogue (and clothes) free environment. Aside from wincing a bit as they all cook in the nude whilst spitting oil emerges from the wok, there's not really much that actually happens here. They hardly ever speak, sleep in the same room and though there is nothing explicit going on, there is clearly a strong bond that develops amongst the five of them that we begin to appreciate is going to be tested as this progresses. Progresses, though, might be a generous word. It doesn't really go anywhere. Loads of lingering photography, wandering about au naturel peeling potatoes and speaking in glances and gestures doesn't really tell me anything about them. The nudity does clearly illustrate the variety and shapes and sizes of human beings, and to a certain extent humanises the scenario but it's not a feature of the story, it's just people without clothes that after a while ceases to be even remotely noteworthy. Is it supposed to be allegorical of the layered nature of society? Of our frequently all too flimsy methods of self-defence? I suppose the problem is, here, just what actually is noteworthy about this feature? I didn't hate it, but the purpose largely escaped me and I don't know that I knew what or whom it is for but the conclusion.