LB’S NOTE: A few weeks ago, Fake Video, made possible by comparatively easy to use software that can replace people’s faces and expressions with those of others without an overt sign of doctoring, was the latest Big Scary Thing.
Now, however, we’re talking about something even more fascinating – to me anyway – AI voice replacement so natural that, at the very least, an awful lot of actors may soon be out of jobs. TVWriter™ Bob Tinsley tells the tale (in his own voice).
Because you asked for it! (You did, for reals. This TVWriter™ minion knows for a fact that we received at least one FB message from my mom.)
Here’s the sort of official guide to getting started at cord cutting. The Cord Cutters News way.
Looks like we at TVWriter™ aren’t the only ones lovin’ on TVWriter™ alum writer/editor Herbie J Pilato’s new Amazon Prime series Then Again with Herbie J Pilato. Here’s one of the most enjoyable articles we’ve read in a long time.
Go Herbie J!
Last week the spotlight turned from the latest in the Writers Guild of America-Talent Agents Association conflict to some backstage drama on HBO’s hit series Big Little Lies.
The first shot was fired on IndieWire by Chris O’Falt with article about HBO brass, Big Little Lies boss David E. Kelley (a name you may have encountered one or two hundred times before on various sites including this one), and director-producer Jean-Marc Vallee denying BLL second season director Andrea Arnold creative control of the show and re-editing all the episodes after the season finished shooting.
Here it is, the most open, honest, and absolutely essential article we’ve ever seen about how Hollywood show business really works. Brace yourselves, gang!
I had a professor who worked on the show Prison Break and I went to visit him on the set one year. I was on the call sheet! Intern. First day of the shoot, my professor, the director of the episode that week, asked for me to get him a “coffee.”
All right. Coffee. Um…I don’t drink coffee. Nor did I at the time. My past experience with coffee was nil. Perhaps if I had thrown it down my gullet in high school, I could have elevated to a loftier university than Arizona State, but I digress.