In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

"Should we abandon synchronization and create a gradual time-lapse?"

Bill muttered to himself, frozen in place, his eyes widening.

"You mean you want to abandon static bullet time and instead create a dynamic bullet time effect using slow-motion shots?"

It's easy to talk to a professional.

"That's right, this will prevent frame skipping and jitter."

Chen Zhuo nodded confidently.

He was a time traveler who had seen the final cut of the film. He deduced solutions from the results and pondered them for a long time. If he still couldn't solve it, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

"Nothing else needs to be changed. We just need to adjust the computer's shutter triggering program to change the simultaneous shooting to shooting at intervals of a few milliseconds, and we can achieve this effect."

"That's right! That's how it is!"

Bill yelled and grabbed the walkie-talkie, roaring at the technical team, "Readjust the parameters! No more simultaneous shooting. Set each shutter speed 1/120th of a second apart. We'll use 120 shots to create a one-second bullet time."

"Director! Inform the actors, the wire work team, prepare for the next shoot!"

"The camera crew, please check the exposure and camera focus of each camera carefully again. We absolutely must get the final product today!"

"Get moving! Everyone, get moving!"

This energetic photographer is like a volcano that has suddenly erupted, brimming with fiery vitality.

Seemingly sensing his emotions, the previously lifeless crew came alive, and everyone moved quickly under his direction.

Keanu Reeves was re-suspended on wires and looked at Chen Zhuo, who was huddled next to the monitor with the director and cinematographer, and gave him a trusting smile.

"Ready? Action!"

Suspended by wires, Neo's body soared into the air, gracefully twirling.

The circular high-speed camera array precisely triggers the shutter according to a progressive timing sequence.

While Wachowski appeared to be staring at the monitor, his eyes kept glancing at the computer used for post-production editing.

Bill Pope, Yuan Baye, John Getty, and Chen Zhuo were all gathered there, staring at the hundreds of photos being transmitted from the camera.

"Cut!"

The filming process, which was already very familiar to them, proceeded smoothly without any problems.

There were no problems with this step before, but during the later editing, all the flaws were discovered.

What about this time?

Director Larry Wachowski licked his lips; even though he had just drunk water, he felt his mouth was dry again.

Screenwriter Andy Wachowski seemed to read his mind and handed him a bottle of water.

"One more bite, it's too hot."

"Yes, it's so hot."

Larry Wachowski picked up his hat and fanned himself twice. A chill ran through him, and he sneezed violently.

Only then did he realize that May was late autumn in Sydney, and it was already a bit cold!

Andy, who was standing next to him, also sneezed.

The two brothers looked at each other, snorted, and went off to oversee the post-production work.

Keanu Reeves, who had just come off the wire, and Hugo Weaving, who was waiting on the sidelines, also gathered around.

The computer used for post-production editing was covered with layers upon layers of equipment.

Being watched by so many big shots, the assistant in charge of editing was sweating profusely, and his hands were trembling.

"Okay, all done."

Hundreds of photos were eventually edited into a 5-second bullet time sequence.

There are no frame skips or jitters; the picture is smooth and silky.

Time seemed to be forcibly stretched out. Neo hovered in the air, the world around him froze, and bullets whizzed past him, leaving afterimages. The ultimate visual impact that transcended the rules of physics was perfectly presented.

"We did it! We did it!"

Bill Pope was the first to scream.

Thunderous cheers erupted in the studio, with everyone clapping and shouting.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! (Unbelievable!)"

Bill was so excited he was incoherent, his mouth gushing out words starting with F like a machine gun.

"Chen! You're practically the crew's lucky charm."

He grabbed Chen Zhuo's shoulder and waved his arm wildly, calling out to the others.

The crew members all understood and swarmed around.

Let us pay tribute to the greatest contributors to overcoming this difficult problem!

"3, 2, 1!"

Chen Zhuo was lifted up and tossed high into the air.

"Chen! Chen! Chen!"

At that moment, everyone was chanting his name.

[Stereotype +50]...

The stereotypes surrounding the entire production crew came flooding back.

A beam of blue light, as dazzling as a star, pierced through the void and descended into the mind.

[Genius Photographer (Blue): You possess extraordinary talent in photographic creation. Your abilities in all areas related to photography, including composition, lighting, camera position, lens movement, and color, have all improved comprehensively. When inspiration strikes, the probability of capturing a masterpiece increases.]

The ability to take photos!

While in the air, Chen Zhuo glanced at the noisy crowd below, and his mind instinctively began to search for the best shooting angle.

His throat trembled, and he burst into wild laughter.

From this moment on, he was capable of carrying an entire film crew on his own.

……

Perhaps too excited to have solved the biggest problem, Larry Wachowski simply waved his hand and announced that he would take a half-day off today.

Chen Zhuo originally planned to wander around and try to find that sense of being in front of the camera again, but Bill Pope pulled him away.

"Chen, tell me the truth. Have you studied filmmaking in private? This unique filming approach is something you couldn't possibly come up with without some training."

"I used to enjoy photography when I was in school, and I learned a little bit about it."

Chen Zhuo didn't boast; he directly told the truth.

But Bill saw it as deliberate modesty.

"If this is only 'a little bit'..."

Bill slapped Chen Zhuo hard on the shoulder, his voice seemingly squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Then what about us photographers who have been doing photography for one or two decades and still can't solve shooting problems? Aren't we even less than the dust on the ground?"

"what?"

Chen Zhuo was somewhat amused and exasperated. Well, to be honest, you're still not happy.

He sighed softly and put on a serious expression.

"Okay, Mr. Popper, I have indeed studied some photography, and I studied it very seriously. Don't let my young age fool you, I've actually been a photography enthusiast for twenty years."

"That's more like it. Just say it openly. You Easterners like to be modest."

Bill put his hand on Chen Zhuo's shoulder, beaming.

"Alright, I have good news for you. The director has just agreed to add you to the post-production team, so you can get an extra $5,000 technical allowance."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Pope."

"No big deal. By the way, Chen, would you be interested in joining my photography team? An old friend of mine wants me to shoot a superhero movie, and I'm sure you'd be interested."

Bill wore a confident smile.

"My old friend's name is Stan Lee."