A sheet turned gray by the black-and-white aesthetic, blows furiously from an unseen wind. Dice roll back and forth, then multiply as Rihanna stays covered. Finally, she takes the sheet off her body, which is obscured by the pitch black background.
She contorts herself as the camera focuses on her broken expression. The camera lingers to her legs and back to her head, which she throws back into the air. She lets her hair fall around her face and composes herself. The camera returns to her legs, tempting to go even further with the lens to other parts of her body.
In a pinstripe jacket, she crawls on the floor and then pushes her body up in the air, hands and feet on the floor. She remains in the position and floats, nearing the middle of the screen. Rihanna, with her back towards the camera, puts her pinstripe jacket back on, refusing to let anyone have a look.
After touching her face with both her hands, she eventually removes the coat, revealing the lingerie and jewelry underneath. She plays with her straps, considering whether she should take it off, and then only lets the straps fall to her forearms. She thrusts her pelvis into the air. With her back towards the camera again, she takes off the lingerie, leaving the jewelry. She moves through various poses and disappears into the ether. However, she finds the pinstripe jacket again and covers herself on and off.
With her hands, she touches her chest and then looks away from the camera with a somber look. With her hand, she reaches for her now bare back. A forlorn expression crosses her face. Without giving the camera a final glance, she walks into the unknown
Rihanna groans and rolls over in bed. The sunlight stings her eyes. She only wants to sleep. Her dog runs over to her and licks her face. She pats him on the head and tells him not now. He barks. Rihanna puts on her slippers and robe while the dog leads her to the door. She sits in a chair in the kitchen and checks her phone as she waits for her dog. She calls into work. Her boss wants to know when she’s coming in next. She tells him maybe sometime next week.
She rubs her hand across her forehead. She doesn’t know what happened. She was fine. Her success at the company no longer seems to matter to her. As an executive, she can do whatever she wants. She runs projects and tells most of the men what to do.
As she lets her dog inside, she scrolls past the text messages from her friends. They ask if she’s okay. There’s one particular message she’s waiting for. She only wants to him to show he cares. So far, he has given her hints, which puzzle her.
She opens the medicine cabinet and takes some aspirin. Leaning against the sink, she looks at herself in the mirror. It’s not her to let someone affect her until she can longer function. She turns around and lets herself slide to the floor. Her dog races to her and cuddles by her. She gives him a kiss on the head.
Director: Craig McDean Year: 2016