{
  "shot": {
    "composition": "Medium close-up on a man’s face, low-angle shot from just above waist level, positioned to see one side of his face in shadow",
    "camera_motion": "static, slight slow dolly-in as tension builds",
    "frame_rate": "24fps",
    "film_grain": "heavy film grain, 1940s noir texture"
  },
  "subject": {
    "description": "A jaded detective in his late 30s, with a fedora hat casting a shadow over his eyes and a smoldering cigarette between his lips. He has a rugged face with subtle scars, a trench coat collar turned up against the rain.",
    "wardrobe": "Charcoal gray trench coat glistening with rain, fedora tipped low, white dress shirt and loosened tie. Cigarette smoke curling from the corner of his mouth."
  },
  "scene": {
    "location": "a narrow alley in 1940s downtown, under a flickering streetlamp",
    "time_of_day": "night",
    "environment": "wet pavement reflecting light, steady drizzle of rain, neon sign from a distant jazz club cast on the puddles, trash cans and a black vintage sedan parked at alley entrance"
  },
  "visual_details": {
    "action": "He stands still, back against the brick wall, only moving to take a slow drag of his cigarette. Smoke and rain mist mingle in the cold air. A distant siren flashes briefly across the alley walls.",
    "props": "rain puddles rippling, steam rising from a manhole, his cigarette ember glowing orange in the dark"
  },
  "cinematography": {
    "lighting": "low-key lighting with stark shadows (chiaroscuro); the single streetlamp above creates a hard light that illuminates one side of his face and leaves the other in darkness",
    "tone": "moody, tense, cynical",
    "notes": "film noir style, monochrome black-and-white visuals. Emphasize contrast: bright highlights and deep shadows113. STRICTLY no color in the scene."
  },
  "audio": {
    "ambient": "rain pattering on garbage can lids, distant police siren wailing, a muted jazz saxophone melody echoing from a club down the street",
    "voice": {
      "tone": "deep, gravelly, tired",
      "style": "first-person noir narration, spoken under his breath as if thinking aloud"
    },
    "music": "soft slow jazz undercurrent, melancholic",
    "sfx": "occasional drip of water from fire escape"
  },
  "dialogue": {
    "character": "Detective (voiceover)",
    "line": "It was another cold night in a city of lies, and I was fresh out of trust.",
    "subtitles": false
  },
  "visual_rules": {
    "prohibited_elements": [
      "color frames",
      "text overlays",
      "modern cars",
      "cell phones"
    ]
  }
}