



When it came out, I gave this one a wide berth—probably because I bought into the tabloid line that it was glamorising gun culture. Ashley Walters, fresh from So Solid Crew and a stretch in a Young Offenders Institute, seemed to fit the story too neatly. How wrong that was. Bullet Boy does the very opposite.
What it offers instead is a bleak portrait of a young man trying to break free of violence while the world around him keeps pulling him back in. Walters is quietly convincing, never playing for sympathy, just showing how hard it is to change course when your postcode and past won’t let you.
The film isn’t perfect. Its symbolism can feel heavy, and the narrative is more predictable than it wants to be. But its honesty lingers. This isn’t a glamour shoot; it’s a cautionary tale, stark and unpolished, about the cycles of violence that trap people long before they ever pull a trigger.