shit fit

A quiet, observational slice of youth that lingers on small gestures and the ache of wanting to belong.

A quiet, intimate short that drifts through smoky punk clubs while a young man slowly reckons with who he is.

A scrappy, bittersweet slice of youthful rebellion that hums with raw energy and quiet melancholy.

A tiny, intimate slice of nervous energy that builds to a small, quietly triumphant release.

A quiet, uncomfortable short that watches a girl push back against control in small, stubborn acts.

A quiet, bittersweet coming-of-age story that lingers on small intimate moments and the ache of figuring yourself out.

A quiet, talky drift through youthful restlessness and confusion, more mood than momentum, rewarding patience with a lingering sense of aimlessness.

A quiet, short slice of adolescent loneliness that turns briefly painful before offering a small, modern comfort.

A short, wry slice of embarrassment and self-reflection, light on its feet but quietly sincere about feeling stuck.

A quiet, observant drama that follows a newcomer's dislocation in an unfamiliar city with patience and restraint.

A quiet, melancholy drift through Paris seen through a lonely young woman's eyes, more mood than momentum.

A breezy, feel-good coming-of-age ride that coasts on sunny optimism and gentle self-discovery rather than conflict.