Thank god Peter Jackson is spearheading the inevitable move to 60fps -- that's frames per second to the uninitiated -- in film production. (I know I'm late on this, but I just opened this blog two days ago, so get off my ass.) After all, that's what's been lacking in the theaters, right? With films like Ride Along, The Nut Job, and Devil's Due opening this weekend, it's clear we've reached a new Golden Age of film. But now that we've reached this pinnacle of storytelling, there's nowhere left to go, right?
WRONG, motherfucker! We can travel inward, into the endless void between those 24 frames! Science stuff makes it clear that there are infinite points in both space and time. Infinite points within a second, and infinite points between each of those points! Think of all the narrative lost in the chasm between frame 1,657 and frame 1,658... I weep for us all when I consider what might have occurred in the time between Bruce Willis punching that dude in the face, and Bruce Willis still in the process of punching that same dude's face.
Sure, maybe it gives people headaches and nausea, but there's always an adjustment period to new technology. Remember all those seizures when they introduced "talkies"?
On a side note, as an animator who's worked on a few films full of CG characters, let me just give Mr Jackson my most sincere thanks. I know that my fellow craftsmen and I have long wished that there were over twice as many frames to fill with convincing, relatable character animation. For no additional pay.
Thanks. Really.
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