Bab 3783: the little angel that descended from the sky

"oh, really?" he jinsi's face was still expressionless. " but post-production can't compare to the original shots, right? if everything has been processed with post-production technology, what's the point of making a movie?"

" ahem, this, this ... " director polk awkwardly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

for a moment, she didn't know how to refute.

because he jinsi's words actually made a lot of sense.

hand acting and dubbing were, after all, the worst plan. if the actor himself had a very good piano level, then there would be more angles for shooting and more editing material, which could in-depth and more specific express the state of the pianist's performance.

this was something that could not be presented through post-production technology.

however, wasn't there no other way?

how could there be such a perfect actor in the world? it wasn't like he was tailor-made for her.