My third unintended film.

I made my niece and nephew, Laura and Ben, sausage and beans for breakfast, then we started playing with a marble run.

I got my camera out. Filmed them larking around, making fart jokes. Months later I looked at the shots and thought I saw in them something about childhood and cinema, like Jafar Panahi’s The White Balloon.

We sent the film to the Cannes film festival, and it got accepted.