Red dress off, white bra stays

She arrives in a red dress and works out of it on the couch, sleeve by sleeve, until only a white bra and briefs remain. The dress ends up crumpled beside her. From there the striptease turns inward: she settles back, brings a hand between her thighs, and keeps her eyes on the lens.

The room is plain, warm-walled, lit like a late afternoon at home, and that ordinariness does the film a favour. Nothing about her is staged for a studio. A dark-haired woman alone with a couch and a good dress, deciding how much of it to keep on.