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 for me.

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.

Richard Gorodecky