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This project marks early steps for many of us involved. We are young filmmakers; at this stage, it is all only a labor of love. With your help, we have a shot at making this film the way we dream of it. We want to take care of our incredible cast and crew. Keeping people fed and renting equipment costs money! Filmmaking is a collaborative effort; it takes a village. Any contribution, no matter how small or large, makes you a part of this. We couldn't be more grateful.

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Writer's Statement

This film was born of its title. A friend once told me about a funny tactic she used when she went on bad first dates. If conversation wasn’t going well, she would start countering basic, icebreaker questions with a simple one-liner: “I don’t know, I’m just a small girl.” She would proceed to parrot this line to the point of absurdity - there was no other conversation to be had - end of date. As Paola told it, it was hilarious and ingenious, the reclamation of a bad time, and some redemption in humor (only at the minor expense of a baffled stranger).

The condition of being a “small girl” is evoked comically, but much of the humor is found in a tension that belies dark truths. There are, of course, layers of ‘a small girl on a bad date’, all the way down to the most terrifying possibilities of meeting a stranger, at night, in an unfamiliar setting. That reality is gendered. This film combines that reality with an anxious personality (Claire) who, newly settled in a gentrifying Brooklyn, fresh out of a safe suburbia, has an antagonistic relationship to her new surroundings. When Claire finds out that her roommate lost her housekey on the street, a deep downward spiral sets into motion. Monsters are made of misplaced fears. Someone had better call neighborhood watch...

- Sasha

American Psycho, 2000

Pi, 1998

Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1961

John Edmunds, Untitled (Hood 13), 2018