Starting a short story with an info dump. Maybe it's not the best way to do things, but I felt it worked for this story. Here is the beginning:

The Man Who Moved the Moon

by Eric James Stone

Darryl Harrison had his doubts about the whole idea of "realistic" movies. After all, the movie would have to be converted to digital eventually because that's where the audience was. Twelve billion people had uploaded themselves to digital, leaving the Earth and its problems behind. The twenty million people still living on the real Earth — probably technophobes or religious types who didn't like movies anyway — weren't a demographic worth pursuing. A hundred thousand more scattered between Mars, the asteroids, and the Jovian satellites added little at the box office. The audience was digital, so why not make the movie digitally in the first place?

But Philippe Duvall had three Oscars for Best Director, and if he wanted to make a "realistic" film, who was Darryl to argue? The chance to work with one of the big-name directors was too good to pass up. So he ignored his doubts and took the job as second assistant, even if it meant leaving the digital world where he'd spent most of his life.

The rapid-cloning from his DNA record and the mind download went off without a hitch, and he was surprised to find that the heat and pollution weren't as bad in the real world as they seemed in the movies. His new body did have a tendency to itch in awkward places, a problem his digital body never seemed to have, but Darryl knew that enduring such suffering could only make him a better artist.

Since the screenplay was set in Paris , they had leased Paris for a year. The majority of the hundred or so remaining residents had been willing to take an all-expenses-paid vacation to anywhere else on Earth, courtesy of the studio, so the cast and crew of "Visitor From the Past" had the city and its landmarks mostly to themselves.

Because this was a "realistic" movie, there would be no sets, no special effects, and absolutely nothing digital. The cameras would use real film; the actors — the good-looking ones, at least —would wear realistic scanty clothing and speak English with realistic French accents.

And after three weeks of shooting, production on the film was going more smoothly than Darryl had anticipated, which caused a queasy sensation in his new stomach. Or maybe he had just eaten too much, another problem his digital body never had. Either way, making a movie using real film and real actors in a real environment would have to cause real problems, ones that couldn't be fixed with a quick tweak of the digits. Something had to go wrong, and the longer it waited before happening, the more devastating it would be.

They were in the middle of shooting the first fight scene involving the male lead, Heath Alexander, when Philippe unexpectedly said, "Cut!"

That last paragraph is the beginning of the first actual scene, although the shift begins in the paragraph before that.