Ayumu Ishihara settles into the tub

Ayumu Ishihara sits in an empty bathtub in a floral one-piece, knees drawn up, tiled wall behind her. The suit stays on. She works a small toy against the fabric first, then pushes it aside, her free hand braced on the rim of the bath for balance. Her hair falls forward and she lets it.

Bathrooms make for honest rooms: hard surfaces, flat daylight, no styling to hide behind. The camera stays low and close, near enough to catch the shift in her breathing when the toy finds its angle. A short, plainly shot Japanese solo film that trusts her to carry it.