Datasets:

dehezhang2
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Frameworker_User_Study

+{
+  "rater": {
+    "id": "letian_shi_insait_ai",
+    "name": "letian",
+    "email": "letian.shi@insait.ai",
+    "note": "",
+    "started_at": "2026-07-03T15:29:14.231Z",
+    "submitted_at": null,
+    "chosen_case_ids": [
+      "AU02",
+      "AU05",
+      "AU07",
+      "AU08",
+      "AU10",
+      "MV_DespicableMe4",
+      "MV_InsideOut2",
+      "MV_NovelStory_2",
+      "TS199",
+      "TS32"
+    ]
+  },
+  "anonymize_used": true,
+  "is_admin": false,
+  "rubric": [
+    {
+      "key": "instruction_following",
+      "name": "Instruction following",
+      "hint": "Re-read the prompt — especially the red-highlighted phrases — before scoring.",
+      "questions": [
+        {
+          "key": "prompt_adherence",
+          "name": "Prompt adherence",
+          "desc": "Does the content match what the prompt described (subjects, actions, setting, time, and story arc)? Focus primarily on the prompt's text content."
+        },
+        {
+          "key": "no_irrelevant_frames",
+          "name": "No irrelevant frames",
+          "desc": "Does the video stay on-prompt? Higher = fewer / no frames or content that weren't asked for by the prompt."
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "key": "temporal_consistency",
+      "name": "Temporal consistency",
+      "hint": "Focus on how characters, objects, and the environment change across frames.",
+      "questions": [
+        {
+          "key": "person_stability",
+          "name": "Person stability",
+          "desc": "Faces, identities, and body proportions stay consistent across frames."
+        },
+        {
+          "key": "object_stability",
+          "name": "Object stability",
+          "desc": "Props, clothing, and objects keep their shape and position over time."
+        },
+        {
+          "key": "environment_stability",
+          "name": "Environment stability",
+          "desc": "Background, lighting, and scene layout stay coherent across frames (including absence of brightness / color / texture flicker)."
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "key": "motion_realism",
+      "name": "Realism",
+      "hint": "Notice obvious out-of-place or unnatural moments in the video.",
+      "questions": [
+        {
+          "key": "realism",
+          "name": "Static realism",
+          "desc": "Photorealism or stylistic fidelity (per-frame appearance). When the prompt specifies a style, the video should match it. No uncanny or broken artifacts."
+        },
+        {
+          "key": "motion_logic",
+          "name": "Motion logic",
+          "desc": "Does body and object motion flow smoothly and follow physical / logical patterns (gravity, collisions, fluid / cloth dynamics)? No warping, teleporting, nonsensical, or impossible movements. Score low if there is little to no motion."
+        },
+        {
+          "key": "camera",
+          "name": "Camera",
+          "desc": "Camera movement (pan, dolly, focal change) feels natural and intentional. Score low if there is little to no camera movement."
+        }
+      ]
+    }
+  ],
+  "progress_saved_at": "2026-07-03T15:29:27.477Z",
+  "completeness": {
+    "done": 0,
+    "expected": 240,
+    "missing_count": 240
+  },
+  "cases": [
+    {
+      "id": "AU02",
+      "category": "au",
+      "prompt": "On a snow-locked stone bridge at dawn, aging swordsman Han Muxue kneels, his blade snapped at the hilt — publicly disgraced, stripped of his sect, blamed for a killing he did not commit. Across the bridge strides Yan Zhuo, a masked duelist who has come to finish him, sleeve rippling like a black banner. Behind Han crouches a trembling child, Ah-Lu, the true witness Yan must silence. Han rises with only the broken hilt, bowing once — accepting death to shield the child. Blades meet as flashes of white wind and scattering plum petals; a shockwave cracks the frozen railing. Dust clears: Han stands, hilt raised, Yan's mask fallen — revealing Yan wept, unable to strike a man who chose the child over his own name.",
+      "videos": [
+        {
+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU02_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU02_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU02_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "AU05",
+      "category": "au",
+      "prompt": "Tiny baker Pip carries a wobbling three-tier birthday cake across a bustling kitchen, tongue out in concentration. A sneeze from cat Marmalade launches a cascade: a rolling lemon trips a stool, the stool flings a whisk, the whisk splats flour into a fan that blows a snowstorm across the room. Pip juggles, spins, slides on butter, and saves the cake mid-flip with a triumphant pose atop a teetering ladder. Then he freezes—the ladder tips. He turns his own body into a cushion, letting the cake land safely on his belly as HE crashes into dough, buried, defeated. Silence. Slowly a small hand pushes the untouched cake up through the mess toward gruff old baker Bruno—whose stern frown melts into astonished, teary pride. Impact stars, warm golden light.",
+      "videos": [
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+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU05_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU05_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU05_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "AU07",
+      "category": "au",
+      "prompt": "On a windswept cliff, a broken stone bridge arcs over a bottomless chasm toward a floating temple where the dying Ashwood Flame — the only cure for a plague — still burns. Kaelis, a young map-thief with a trembling torch, reaches the bridge's end; the far half has crumbled to nothing. A cloaked Ferryman rises from the mist and offers a bargain: the flame for a memory of the one she loves. She refuses, backing away — then the stones beneath her shatter. Falling, she flings her satchel of maps into the void as an offering instead. The Ferryman freezes, astonished by a gift given, not traded, and the mist itself hardens into a glowing bridge. Kaelis lands, sprints, and cups the Flame — as behind her the chasm seals shut forever.",
+      "videos": [
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+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU07_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU07_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU07_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "AU08",
+      "category": "au",
+      "prompt": "Rain lashes a shuttered museum at 2 a.m. Mira, the lone night guard, hears footsteps where the halls should be empty. Penlight trembling, she follows wet prints between marble statues to a sealed gallery. Inside, a young hooded thief, Cole, freezes mid-theft, a gilded portrait half-cut from its frame. As Mira's beam rises, the painted woman's eyes slowly turn — wet with real tears — and fix on them both. Cole drops his tools and bolts into the dark. Mira steps closer, breath fogging the cold glass; the weeping portrait lifts a painted hand, pointing to a loose floorboard. Mira pries it up: a small locked box, and a photograph of the same woman holding a child who looks exactly like Mira.",
+      "videos": [
+        {
+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU08_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU08_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU08_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "AU10",
+      "category": "au",
+      "prompt": "After three centuries adrift, the vast seed-ship Auriga finally nears Kepler's Cradle, a luminous blue world its long-dead founders only dreamed of. Nova, a young navigator born in transit who has never touched soil, guides the ship toward the last hazard: a glittering ring of ancient debris closing across their path. Alarms bloom red across the bridge. Nova's hands fly over the helm, threading the mountain-sized ship through spinning wreckage as starlight strobes the windows. A final jagged shard looms dead ahead; she rolls Auriga hard on its axis and it slips past by mere meters. The debris falls away behind. Ahead, the blue world swells to fill the viewport, its oceans catching a new sun. Behind her, thousands of sleep-pods hiss open at last. Nova presses a trembling palm to the glass, tears rising, as the first of her people wake to a sky none of them have ever seen.",
+      "videos": [
+        {
+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU10_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU10_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/AU10_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "MV_DespicableMe4",
+      "category": "mv",
+      "prompt": "Neon-lit rooftop at night. Borin, a bald secret agent in a striped scarf, corners the escaped rogue Vex, whose cybernetic cockroach-suit hisses and clacks. Vex lunges; Borin dodges and fires a freeze-ray that ices one of Vex's mechanical legs. Below, a squad of small round helper-drones whirs up a drainpipe and yanks a cable that topples Vex's escape pod. Nadia swoops in on a glowing hover-board to snatch a stolen data-chip, but a drone tangles her rotor and sends her spinning. As Vex and Nadia tumble into a deployed net, Borin straightens his scarf, smirks, and gives the beeping drones a proud thumbs-up.",
+      "videos": [
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+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_DespicableMe4_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_DespicableMe4_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_DespicableMe4_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "MV_InsideOut2",
+      "category": "mv",
+      "prompt": "A packed arena under bright lights. Mira, a young hockey player, sits trembling in the penalty box, panic rising, her heart hammering and breath ragged as the roaring crowd blurs around her. Her team captain skates over, crouches to her level, taps her helmet, and talks her through one slow, steadying breath. Warmth returns to Mira's face. The penalty clock hits zero; she surges back onto the ice, weaving through defenders, and fires the puck into the net. The crowd erupts as Mira raises her stick, finally calm and triumphant.",
+      "videos": [
+        {
+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_InsideOut2_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_InsideOut2_anim_director.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/MV_InsideOut2_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "MV_NovelStory_2",
+      "category": "mv",
+      "prompt": "A mist-veiled mountain gorge, ink-wash peaks fading into cloud. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King in golden armor, clutches a glowing celestial artifact as ErLang, the three-eyed celestial warrior, descends on a beam of white light with his three-pointed halberd leveled. They clash mid-air — staff against blade — shockwaves flattening the bamboo grove below. Nearby the pig-demon Bajie cowers behind a boulder, clutching his rake, torn between fleeing and helping. Wukong somersaults over ErLang's strike, plants his staff, and vaults toward a cliffside temple. ErLang's celestial hound lunges to intercept; Bajie, yelping, finally swings his rake and trips it, buying Wukong a heartbeat. Wukong glances back, a wry grin flashing — the chase is far from over.",
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+          "slot": "A",
+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
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+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "B",
+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 2,
+          "model": "anim_director",
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+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
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+          "slot_index": 2,
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+          "model": "movieagent",
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+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "TS199",
+      "category": "ts",
+      "prompt": "One day, a cat and a dog were playing in the park. The cat liked to tease the dog. The cat said, \"I am faster than you!\" The dog had an opinion too. The dog said, \"No, I am faster!\" They decided to have a race to see who was faster. The cat and dog ran as fast as they could. They were both very fast, but the cat was winning. Suddenly, a bitter wind blew and a big ball came rolling down the hill. The cat and the dog stopped running and looked at the ball. The cat and the dog decided to play with the ball instead of racing. They had lots of fun playing together. In the end, they both agreed that it was more fun to play together than to tease each other.",
+      "videos": [
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+          "slot_index": 0,
+          "original_index": 2,
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+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
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+          "slot_index": 1,
+          "original_index": 0,
+          "model": "ours",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/TS199_ours.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
+          "slot": "C",
+          "slot_index": 2,
+          "original_index": 1,
+          "model": "movieagent",
+          "path": "https://huggingface.co/datasets/dehezhang2/Frameworker_User_Study/resolve/main/v2/videos/TS199_movieagent.mp4",
+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    },
+    {
+      "id": "TS32",
+      "category": "ts",
+      "prompt": "Once upon a time there was a very brilliant girl named Sofia. Sofia was only three years old but she was already very smart! One day, Sofia was sitting in her bedroom looking out of the window when all of a sudden, a man wearing a huge hat appeared. He was holding something in his hand. He knocked on the door and said to Sofia, \"I'm here to deliver your diary\". Sofia was very excited and smiled. She opened the door and the man handed her the diary. Sofia thanked the man and he smiled. \"You're very welcome,\" he said. And then he left with a wave. Sofia ran back to her bedroom with her diary. She was so happy and couldn't wait to learn what was in it! As she opened it, she was sure that it was going to be brilliant. And she was right - the diary was filled with amazing stories and knowledge!",
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+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
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+          "ratings": {}
+        },
+        {
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+          "original_index": 1,
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+          "ratings": {}
+        }
+      ]
+    }
+  ],
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+    "n_scores": 0,
+    "stored_as": "v2/submissions/in_progress/letian.shi_insait.ai.json",
+    "status": "in_progress"
+  }
+}