Paul has an attitude. He’s
the kid you cross the road to avoid. The no-hoper you pray your children never
become. But there’s more to Paul than meets the eye or the ear. A side that he
only finds when he’s truly lost.
Little Shit is a lost child’s
journey to discover
his and London’s hidden nature.
“The best short films are like 7” singles - storytelling condensed into a quick-fire snapshot of communication. And Little Shit is very much a hit.”
Colm McAuliffe, Film Curator
I grew up in a fairly
rough part of London. People generally weren’t bad, but morality was shaped by
circumstance and experience rather than a sense of right and wrong. Kindness
and cruelty were often found hand-in-hand, and you were never too sure which hand
would be offered. So I lived a double life. One, a kid looking for the
opportunity to be young; the other, a tough little bastard best avoided.
When I discovered the local canal, it provided respite. I found joy and wonder
and the space to be myself. Between the abandoned shopping trolleys and the
occasional zombie glue sniffer, there were carp, dragonflies and adventure. The
canal, and its meagre offering of nature, was a sanctuary and a turning point
Little Shit is by no means autobiographical. Paul (Little Shit) has it a lot
harder than I ever had. But the film plays out many truths I experienced
growing up in London.