At the screening, the projector hummed and the room filled with faces. People leaned forward as if the film had become a key. An old fisherman’s jaw tightened at a shot of his dock; a middle-aged woman covered her mouth when a childhood house appeared in an unexpected reflection. After the film, silence held like a held breath, then applause fell broken and relieved. Some wept; others laughed with the small, private recognition of someone seeing a lost piece of themselves.