Dusk stains the dojo windows as a nervous breath is drawn at the threshold. Inside, Mr. Lee slides a mat into place, his voice soft as he speaks of focus and control. This is the world of Sidekicks, a film built not on spectacle, but on quiet, tangible details: the steam rising from a cup of tea, the rough grain of a break board, the safe, measured tap of a bo staff against a student’s palms. I...
