For the filmmakers, seeing Titli pirated through Filmyzilla was a double-edged midnight. They had made a piece that needed eyes; here were eyes. But the economy that sustains cinema—the tiny budgets, the hope for critical recognition, the slim chance of theatrical longevity—felt violated. The craft of lighting, the risk of a long take, the investments of actors and technicians: all of it is accounted for in receipts and reckonings. When a film’s life is diverted into torrents and trackers, gratitude and grievance sit side-by-side, two quarrelsome relatives at the same table.