Japanese Entertainment: From special effects actor to action superstar

Chapter 505 updated, faster and better.
Jackie Chan is late!
He certainly wanted to arrive earlier, but he didn't expect it to be a public holiday today. Tokyo was packed with people, and it took him a lot of effort to squeeze into Mangaya with his assistant and other staff.

"Why are there so many people!"

Cheng Long was slightly surprised. It was already afternoon, yet there were still so many people. He really didn't know how he would get in.

He and his companions showed their invitations, so they didn't need to buy tickets and were able to enter smoothly.

"Excuse me for asking, but where is Gu Sheng?"

The two gestured in a mix of Cantonese and English for a while before the security guard finally realized, "You mean Brother Gu? He's demonstrating new technology in Studio One!"

"Studio One? There should still be time!"

Cheng Long wiped his sweat, thinking to himself that today was really busy!
I arrived in Wangu right after getting off the plane, and almost missed my bus.

only.

He walked along, looking at the tourists, the equipment, and the photography studios.

Looking around at the tourists carrying souvenirs, Jackie Chan couldn't help but turn to his assistant, Chen Desen.

"Ah Sen, didn't you say that it was just a small company, like Quanwei, just a name without substance?"

"Forehead."

Assistant Chen Desen hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

That's what he was thinking, after all, he hadn't been to Japan many times.

but.

This is huge! It's almost as big as Golden Harvest!

This was, of course, his misconception; the actual scale of Wangu was not even comparable to that of Jiahe.

However, Golden Harvest was not a company with a large film studio system like Shaw Brothers, so it appeared to be relatively small in scale.

Cheng Long sounded slightly bitter.

My brother's driving a Land Rover!

"But I'm not bad either, I drive an imported sports car."

Cheng Long clicked his tongue.

Regardless of whether Quanwei is a shell company or not, Quanwei is a company, and he is his own boss. Moreover, he is full of confidence in Plan A.

"Brother Long, look, there are even video games!"

"Let's stop playing for now and head to Studio One!"

Jackie Chan wasn't very interested in playing games, so he brought his assistant, and the two of them went straight to the studio.

There were also reserved seats in the photography studio for those invited by invitation, so the two of them didn't have to stand.

"It came at just the right time, like it's just beginning."

Cheng Long rested his hands on the back of his chair, watching the aerial battle on stage with great interest.

A glance was instantly cast at him by someone nearby.

Where are you putting your hands?! You touched my back!
"Oh, sorry, what was that again, Private Marseille?"

Cheng Long quickly apologized.

The reporter next to him was about to get angry, but upon closer inspection, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I am super.

Who is this?! Isn't this so-and-so?!

Kung Fu Kid!

Jackie Chan!

Cheng Long ignored it, watching the demonstration on stage.

This scene depicts a battle between airplanes, presented in two completely different shots.

Outsiders, the tourists, were simply engrossed in the scene: two planes dogfighting under the blue sky, one of which crashed to the ground, emitting smoke and causing a series of explosions, while the other flew away erratically.

Even though it's a model airplane, the image still has a strong impact despite its realistic appearance.

Unlike them,

There were also people in the industry present! People who have been deeply involved in film and television production!
Even though Cheng Long hadn't heard what was just said, he still felt a sense of panic when he looked over.

How did they even manage to do that?!
Only those in the industry understand the true value of these things!
This is a shot that lasts about half a minute; although brief, it is very complete. In film and television, one second is twenty-four frames, so a half-minute shot only has seven hundred frames.

However, processing these 700 frames is not something that can be done easily.

"What, what is this...?"

Cheng Long hesitated, unable to find the right words to describe it, and could only watch the eloquent figure on the stage.

For a moment, he suddenly felt powerless.

Wasn't it supposed to be a small company? This is way too big!
Someone was muttering to themselves behind him. Cheng Long turned around and saw that the person was pale and seemed unable to speak.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how is this possible!"

Cheng Long did not know Wan Gu'ao.

But at this moment, he could clearly see the fear in this person's heart.

Because what he saw was the same.

……

……

At this moment, Wan Gu'ao's heart turned completely cold.

In the past, when he couldn't fly a real fighter jet but needed footage of one, Wan Gu's method was to use a separate prepared cockpit to film the interior view and manually shake the camera to simulate the shaking inside the aircraft.

Even after the turn of the millennium, Wangu was still using this method.

From an off-site perspective, airplanes suspended by silk threads are moved in a regular pattern. This allows for the modification of 24 frames of footage within the limits of human capability, with the suspension marks being manually applied to the film to remove them.

Even so, there are still some missed shots, which are various bloopers that people talk about.

Wan Gu'ao, of course, knows all of this best!

but.

Now, the aircraft, suspended by cables, has successfully completed the modification of 700 frames of footage despite its irregular movement and complete lack of prior planning.

Even though the picture is still very simple, but...

That still wasn't the limit that human power could reach in the past.

It's far from being achieved.

Perhaps ordinary viewers wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two methods without someone pointing it out.

But now, someone has told them about this.

Moreover, the latter is faster!
"Is this the productivity of computers? They really can't be replaced by humans."

"At this rate, computers will take all of humanity's jobs!"

"But it's just too incredible..."

In a short moment, the studio was filled with the sounds of people talking.

Gu Ming lowered his head slightly, and the Dongbao special envoy who received the signal went onto the stage.

"This is not a miracle, but the productivity brought by technology! Since 1975, Toho has not remade Godzilla for nearly ten years because the technology for Godzilla had reached its limit. But today is different. Toho hereby announces that it will cooperate with Mangoku and this computer studio to make a new Godzilla!"

Brush and pull!

Honda Ishiro, who hadn't said a word since the beginning, suddenly looked up.

He's the director of the Godzilla series!

Why didn't he know about rebooting Godzilla?
Wan Gu'ao really wanted to control himself, but at this moment, everything on the stage looked so hateful—the equipment, the people, Wan Gu Yi, and Gu Gu Ming. When Wan Gu Yi was seen, Wan Gu'ao felt as if he were seeing Wan Gu Ying Er's conclusion back then.

"Do you think I'll always be inferior to your eldest brother? I'm your son too!"

On the stage, Gu Ming shook hands with the Dongbao special envoy.

"We are delighted to have this opportunity to collaborate with Toho. This computer graphics studio, which specializes in computer graphics processing, has been registered as Bishamonten Computer Graphics Studio. We are knowledgeable and well-informed! We welcome collaborations not only with Toho, but also with the Japanese film and television industry, depending on our work schedule!"

Wan Gu'ao began to feel his vision blurring and his blood rushing to his head. He felt himself starting to lose control and wanted to smash everything in front of him.

Simbot grabbed his arm tightly, but Wan Gu'ao still managed to shake him off.

"Hajime Banya! Akira Furuya! You have betrayed the Banya tradition! This is not tokusatsu at all! You have betrayed our father's last wishes! You have completely become slaves to the Americans! This is not our Japanese tradition at all!"

(End of this chapter)