Yes, this film is about an infintile peace of crap that wants to be more than his station in life. With the exception of the subject matter, it's actually a poignant tale of suffering and redemption. About a piece of crap. I only wish he didn't whine as much as he did - his being dung got the point across well enough.
In Ayn Rand's the Fountainhead the character Ellsworth Toohey says something along the lines of "I find no insult in comparing human beings to fertiliser. There can be no greater purpose than to produce the rose" that is terrible paraphrasing, but this film almost seems as if someone read that one line and ran with it, trying to aim the message to children. A bizarrely heartbreaking and utterly ridiculous film