Hawaiki Keyer 5 - the industry’s most sophisticated Green & Blue Screen Keyer now with AI tracking
Hawaiki Keyer 5 builds on the best-in-class keying tools of Hawaiki Keyer 4 and enables you to use them more efficiently with even more powerful and intelligent tools for isolating your foreground.
It's easier than ever to maintain hair and other fine detail by creating secondary keys and dynamic garbage mattes with the new AI-powered face & object tracking and the new realtime edge tracking. And the new Crop tools allow you to exclude the edges of the screen and speed up the rendering of complex keys.
Refining your composite is faster and simpler with all the edge tools that were in a separate plug-in now integrated into Hawaiki Keyer. And we've expanded the compositing toolset with even more edge operations and the ability to resize and composite the background within the plug-in.
On top of this we've refined the UI and operation of the plug-in and optimized it for Apple silicon and HDR.
"For my money, these new features along with the depth of the adjustments available make Hawaiki Keyer 5 the best green/blue-screen keyer plug-in on the market." Oliver Peters - digitalfilms
Her fingers trembled and then steadied. Nitrate carries its own mythology—combustible, brilliant, capable of both making and erasing histories. She threaded the film with the sacred, practiced motion of one who speaks the old language. For a suspended breath she hesitated; then, as if answering fate, she turned the lamp.
In time, historians would argue whether Gharcom’s final film was a masterpiece of collage or simply a messy artifact of collapse. Critics would parse its formal audacity, students would trace its cuts, and lovers of myth would draw romantic lines between the studio’s end and the art it had refused to let go. For those who had been there—the janitors, the makeup girls, a director who left town the week after the doors shut—the film was a small, stubborn truth: that when institutions die, the stories they produced do not always die with them. Sometimes they double back on themselves, and in their fractures, reveal the people who kept the light burning.
A hallway led to the heart of the place: the screening block. The door bore a brass plaque: "Projection — Gharcom House." When Maya pushed it, the heavy curtains sighed open as if the building exhaled. The auditorium swallowed her. Rows of seats fanned like a ribcage toward an enormous screen, scarred but whole. In the gloom, the projection booth above seemed like an altar.
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Apps: DaVincei Resolve 20 +, Final Cut Pro 10.6 +, Motion 5.6 +, Premiere Pro 22 +, After Effects 22 +
Her fingers trembled and then steadied. Nitrate carries its own mythology—combustible, brilliant, capable of both making and erasing histories. She threaded the film with the sacred, practiced motion of one who speaks the old language. For a suspended breath she hesitated; then, as if answering fate, she turned the lamp.
In time, historians would argue whether Gharcom’s final film was a masterpiece of collage or simply a messy artifact of collapse. Critics would parse its formal audacity, students would trace its cuts, and lovers of myth would draw romantic lines between the studio’s end and the art it had refused to let go. For those who had been there—the janitors, the makeup girls, a director who left town the week after the doors shut—the film was a small, stubborn truth: that when institutions die, the stories they produced do not always die with them. Sometimes they double back on themselves, and in their fractures, reveal the people who kept the light burning. movie gharcom
A hallway led to the heart of the place: the screening block. The door bore a brass plaque: "Projection — Gharcom House." When Maya pushed it, the heavy curtains sighed open as if the building exhaled. The auditorium swallowed her. Rows of seats fanned like a ribcage toward an enormous screen, scarred but whole. In the gloom, the projection booth above seemed like an altar. Her fingers trembled and then steadied