Sorry, I don't get this. Not sure what the point is. Is this an Instagram movie? Attractive lady holds watermelons and smiles at camera. 3 young women get into an elevator, one is really cute. A voice keeps talking about "the ghetto". A sharply-dressed older black man walks across a soccer field, holds up a sign saying All is Well. The End. Good music track but seriously, what's the point of this? Art for Art's sake?
Tight film, well wrought. Balances on the edge of an indictment. Pulls back in a gesture of welcome and reconciliation. Not sure I can place the sudden juxtaposition. For me, the allegories don't hold because of it, but nevertheless, as a poetic film it hypnotizes. Something is up the sleeve. Keep making art Akingbade.
In less than 3 min. a voice-over recited street poetry is accompanied by an interesting, increasingly beating sound and an overall well-done image editing. It made me want to see some more of this (female) director, to me unknown. I think Jack Kerouac would have been amused.
For the first 30 seconds or so, I thought I was going to see some of the typical off-weird type of shit that MUBI sometimes offers up. But when the poem begins and the imagery changes, I was more than drawn in. A lot to ponder after a scant 3 minutes, and that is indeed a victory for Ayo Akingbade, the director.