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Harrison Ford: 'No necesitas AI para robar mi alma', demuestra Indiana Jones y el gran círculo

Autor : Victoria Actualizar : May 27,2025

Harrison Ford, el actor icónico detrás de Indiana Jones, recientemente compartió sus pensamientos sobre la representación de Troy Baker del personaje en el videojuego "Indiana Jones and the Great Circle". En una discusión sincera con la revista Wall Street Journal, Ford comentó con humor: "No necesitas inteligencia artificial para robar mi alma. Ya puedes hacerlo por monedas de monedas y monedas con buenas ideas y talento. Hizo un trabajo brillante, y no se necesitó IA para hacerlo". Esta declaración subraya el aprecio de Ford por la actuación de Baker y su escepticismo hacia el uso de IA en esfuerzos creativos.

"Indiana Jones y The Great Circle", lanzado en diciembre, ofrece a los fanáticos una experiencia "auténtica", aunque puede no considerarse parte del canon oficial. La recepción positiva de este juego contrasta bruscamente con la tibia respuesta a la última entrega de la película, "Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny", que golpeó los cines en 2023. Dado el éxito del juego, los creadores de la franquicia podrían considerar explorar esta nueva dirección, potencialmente alejándose de tener a Ford su papel.

Ford, conocido por sus papeles en "Star Wars", "Indiana Jones", y pronto en el Universo Marvel, se une a un coro de creativos que expresan preocupaciones sobre la IA en los medios de comunicación. Tim Burton ha calificado el arte generado por la IA como "muy inquietante", mientras que Nicolas Cage lo ha llamado un "callejón sin salida". La comunidad de actuación de voz también ha sido vocal, con Ned Luke de "Grand Theft Auto 5" criticando a un chatbot que usó su voz sin permiso. Del mismo modo, Doug Cockle, la voz detrás de "The Witcher", le dijo a IGN que si bien la IA es "inevitable", también es "peligrosa", haciéndose eco de las preocupaciones de Luke sobre las tecnologías de IA que roban actores de voz de sus ingresos.

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