Word spread in the kind of way words always do in the disobedient corners of cities: slowly, with a glint of danger. People started to say they’d caught a screening at Marouane’s—or at a squat on the riverfront, or projected on the side of a grocery store—places where the film could be shared without permission. Some called it a streaming link passed by hand: a rumor, an address, a password. It was rumor dressed up as a promise.