Everyone here wants out, but the film never actually leaves. First there’s Mofe, a factory worker saving for Spain, then Rosa, a hairdresser dreaming of Italy. Both are chasing a better life, both run head-first into the same walls: endless paperwork, family responsibilities, and a city that never cuts anyone a break. You keep hoping for a lucky turn, but it just doesn’t come.
What really stands out is how quietly it’s filmed. The directors don’t rush; instead they let scenes play out with the noise of traffic, the flicker of lights during a power cut, or a character waiting with a pile of forms. Lagos comes across as rough and beautiful at once — bright colours against broken buildings, with people carrying on regardless.
It’s not showy, but that’s the point. This Is My Desire isn’t about big wins. It’s about what it costs to keep wanting more, even when you know you might never get it.