pre·vi·sto — (it., pt.) foreseen; anticipated
Previsto is an AI director's studio — a purpose-built production engine, not a chat window with a model behind it. It turns a script into storyboards, a previz stage you can fly, and camera-obedient takes — while every creative decision stays exactly where it belongs: with the director.
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FADE IN:
EXT. MAPLE STREET — LATE DAY
Sprinklers tick over trimmed lawns. A quiet grid of a neighborhood, gold at the edges.
DANNY, 12, pedals a BMX down the center line, one glove on the bars. MAX, a scruffy terrier, trots ahead with a tennis ball in his mouth.
The street hums. Somewhere far off, a FREIGHT HORN.
Max stops. Ears up. The ball drops and rolls.
DANNY
Max. Don't.
Max bolts — through the hedge line, toward the sound.
EXT. RAIL CROSSING — CONTINUOUS
A crossbuck leans over the gravel grade. No gates. Long sightlines down the rails.
Max stands between the rails, barking at the horizon.
The train swings into view — sun-flared, horn tearing the air.
EXT. HILL ABOVE THE CROSSING — CONTINUOUS
Danny crests the rise and reads all of it at once: the dog, the train, the distance.
He stands on the pedals and sprints downhill, chain screaming.
At the ditch he throws the bike to the weeds and launches —
— grabs Max off the rails and rolls —
The WALL OF STEEL slams past. Car after car. Dust and pressure and noise.
Then: quiet. The last car clears.
In the settling dust — Danny on his back in the gravel, Max on his chest. Danny laughs. Max barks, licks his face.
CUT TO:
Maple Street · CRANE-DOWNQuiet street, sprinklers; Danny and Max enter the frame line.
Maple Street · SIDECAR TRACKDanny pedals home; Max trots ahead with the tennis ball.
Maple Street · PUSH-INMax freezes, ears up. The ball drops.
Maple Street · PAN-FOLLOW"Max. Don't." — Max exits frame.
The Crossing · CROSSBUCK WIPEMax between the rails, barking at the approach.
The Crossing · TELE PUSHSun-flared freight nose and horn force.
The Rescue · OTS CREEP-INDanny crests the hill and reads the danger.
The Rescue · PURSUIT TRACKStanding on the pedals, sprinting downhill.
The Rescue · ONE FLOWING MOVESkid, ditch, dive — bike to the weeds, Danny launches.
The Aftermath · OCCLUSION WIPEThe wall of steel slams past, car after car.
The Aftermath · REVEAL DRIFTOut of the dust: Danny and Max, clear of the rails.
The Aftermath · PUSH-INDanny laughs; Max barks and licks his face.From sketch to screen
Intake is more than pages — it's your screenplay, your references, your intent. A custom production engine holds all of it as one world and writes the documents a real crew would carry to set.



Panels render to your gates — approve, note, or send back. And before anything reaches you, the engine QAs its own work: continuity scanned, misfires caught and re-shot automatically. Your check is the one that counts.




Do you approve these panels as the accepted storyboard, or do you want targeted changes?
Four of the twelve — every panel earns its check before the board advances. THE CROSSING, unit 01.
The engine has already built this world from everything you've told it — cast placed, the train on its rails, the camera on the shot's lens. Fly it, stage it, record the move. The Room is an option, not homework: skip it and the engine still rolls from your boards. Nothing here costs a render.
The move you record in the Room rides the take as trajectory authority — your path, your timing, your beats. Nothing rolls until a gate quotes the cost and you say so.
The recorded move — silent clay, zero spend.
The same move, rendered — beat for beat.



What the model was given — assembled by the engine, not typed by you.
Every revision a shot has ever worn — rejects struck in grease, the approved take checked. Credits quoted before they're spent. The paper trail a studio actually wants.
REV 01
REV 02
REV 03
REV 04
REV 05 ✓ APPROVEDFive passes at one shot — the rejects struck out, the keeper checked. Every version stays on the record.
One engine, built for production — it runs every stage from script to screen.
The engine composes every image and video prompt from your script, your references, your world. It speaks the models' language so you never have to.
Boards, looks, previz, and takes all derive from the same continuity registry. Fix the world once — every shot inherits it.
Every capture, note, and clip is born attached to a shot or range, with its lineage kept. No loose files, no lost intent.
Documents inform; the director's word wins — enforced in the tools, not promised in the pitch.
Stage, frame, choreograph, record. Nothing renders until a gate quotes the cost and the director says roll.
ON THE SLATE · IN DEVELOPMENT
Everything you board here is already tagged — cast, props, locations, setups. Next, it becomes your paperwork: breakdown sheets, day-out-of-days, exports built for the scheduling tools your office already runs.
See what’s coming →The gate is yours
Stage it, see it, approve it — the film exists before the budget does.
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