At 4:52 AM, the terminal spat out the final line:
FFmpeg.
ffmpeg -i hero_shot_raw.mov -i cgi_garments.mov -filter_complex " [0:v]fps=24,scale=3840:2160:flags=lanczos,setpts=PTS[bg]; [1:v]format=rgba,colorchannelmixer=aa=0.8,scale=3840:2160[fg]; [bg][fg]overlay=format=auto,eq=brightness=0.05:contrast=1.1, unsharp=5:5:1.0:5:5:0.0, vignette=PI/4 [vout]; [0:a]volume=2.0,highpass=f=200,lowpass=f=3000[aout] " -map "[vout]" -map "[aout]" -c:v libx265 -crf 18 -preset veryslow -c:a aac -b:a 384k -movflags +faststart making_the_cut_s02_final.mp4 His fingers flew. The command was a spell. Each flag was a promise. making the cut s02 ffmpeg
She crawled over and watched the file on his monitor. Halfway through, she started crying. “The beads,” she whispered. “You can see the beads.” At 4:52 AM, the terminal spat out the final line: FFmpeg