Pluraleyes 5 Instant

Leo had scoffed at first. He was old school. He cut his teeth on Steenbecks and magnetic film. Syncing by eye, by slate, by the shape of a waveform—that was a craft. But at 1:30 AM, with a delivery deadline looming at 9:00 AM and a producer named Stacey sending increasingly terse emojis (the skull, the bomb, the hourglass), he relented.

Leo smiled. He added a cross dissolve, a LUT, and exported the rough cut by 2:17 AM. pluraleyes 5

And tomorrow, he was going to buy Kevin a gimbal. Leo had scoffed at first

“Leo,” she’d said, walking out at 1:00 AM, “that timeline is a crime scene. You need a miracle. Or PluralEyes.” Syncing by eye, by slate, by the shape

The timeline refreshed. Eleven tracks. Perfectly aligned. The clap of a metal door slamming shut at the 00:03:12:15 mark on the master audio now appeared at exactly the same frame on the GoPro, the RED, and the vertical iPhone footage. It was surgical. It was instantaneous.

Ten cameras. Ten separate scratch audio tracks. Ten wildly different starting points.

He held his breath and clicked “Sync.”