There was a time when people sat in dark rooms, mouths slightly open, eyes wide, and whispered:

"How did they do that?"

That whisper is gone.

Today, we scroll past spectacle.

We skip the credits.

We forget the frame.

In an age where anything you imagine can be rendered, simulated, or conjured by prompt, VFX has become expected.
Not admired.
Not questioned.
Just... assumed.

We don’t marvel.

We demand.

That dragon better look real. That robot better look real. That thing we never seen before better look real. And if it doesn’t, we tweet about how “the VFX looked bad.”

The irony? The better the VFX, the less we notice it.

Somewhere along the way, visual effects stopped being a miracle and started being a commodity.

We used to wonder how.

Now we just ask: “Why didn’t it look more real?”

The spectacle hasn’t died.

But the awe has.

This isn’t me being sentimental.

This is me telling you that when the audience stops asking how, the artist starts wondering why.