There's a derelict cinema just outside Khartoum, and four old filmmakers who had been living abroad plan to get the projector running again — that's the whole pitch.
The film never quite explains why these men scattered in the first place, or what changed to let them come home, and that gap sits underneath everything. Cutaways to 2019 news footage try to fill it in, but without that earlier context the footage floats free, more mood than meaning.
None of which matters much when the four of them are on screen together. Watching them bicker, dream, and needle each other about film is a real joy, and there's something touching about grown men still this excited about cinema after everything that pulled them away from it.
That warmth does more work than any of my complaints, carrying the film through its shakier stretches.
Still, the context you actually need is never quite in the picture.