Young lovers invent themselves, repeating a story in which the ending never changes. At first, love appears as life’s first, best promise; a way to never grow up, shouting ‘we are the first who have ever lived.’ It would be death to become an adult. Yet it’s the choices made in the throes of infatuation that force maturity on the young pair. They have gone too far to go back, yet there is nothing ahead to move toward. What happens when a girl trades her innocence for resignation? What happens when a boy lays down his persona for a life he can’t control?
Set in the stark backdrop of a suburban winter, Small Little Things follows the story of two teenagers as they meet and fall in love. The wispy, blue-eyed blonde glows with the dreaminess of first love, as she spends her days following the mundane routines of a high-school student. Her mind, though, is pre-occupied with thoughts of her love. She drifts from the consciousness of reality. She embraces the promise of a new life, hovered somewhere between fantasy and memory.
The tattooed punk is her object of affection. He is bold in the moment, but tender in time. Is she responsible for taming his wildness? As their relationship grows in intensity, the couple plan a carefree life together that will shun the conventions of adulthood and embrace the carefree passions they can’t control.
They no sooner start, when their love begins to unravel with the weather. The crisp exhilaration of those first few days of snow have turned to bitter tension and icy cold. As they move deeper into a routine of life together, it becomes clear to both that there is no way to move forward. But, have they gone to far to turn back?
The film culminates with a dramatic statement that takes aim at the worldly definitions of young love and innocence. When the pair is left with nothing at all, suddenly accountability and consequence make up their dying breaths.
written by christine schmitz