The lights in the makeshift projection room buzzed with the low hum of an old bulb as the reel—crisp and grainy like a recovered memory—whirred to life. The title card cut through the darkness, stark white against black, and the theatre’s hush folded into the first breath of a story that refused to be tidy. This was not cinematic spectacle for spectacle’s sake; it was a ledger of courage scribbled with the rough hand of history.