About the film
The premise is honest and the framing is not. It presents itself as a sober, hand-held documentary — the kind where an expert explains the history of a building while the camera lingers politely on the details. The sign above the door still reads Pirate Radio. The coffee mugs in the kitchen are still warm.
It is a light haunting: nothing leaps out, nothing screams. The unease does the work — corridor by corridor, all the way to the studio door, which is marked with a sign that has no business being as clean as it is.
The film sits on top of an original music track; the score is doing half the narrating. Made with generative moving-image tools and WitWisdom's own soundtrack — the building is empty, the credits are not.
"Local interest story, they said. Half a day's shoot, they said."