The first people to open it weren’t reviewers. They were obsessive viewers who treated frames like fossils. They posted timestamps: 00:12:47 — an extra beat in a conversation where two characters' hands finally touched; 01:32:05 — a deleted establishing shot of a city skyline lit by molten glass; 02:09:58 — a scene sewn back into the final reel, a single line of dialogue that transformed the protagonist’s arc from tragedy to something like redemption.