Yet another way to draw us away from actual connection with a painfully and joyously real world outside.
Better to long to just once, enumerate and follow the subsurface scatter of light on the face of your beloved than to coo and preen over mere mechanism.
A dying culture turns away from whats out there. Rolls over and wishes to slumber in dreams where everything is controlled and safe. Hence, the computer.
I finally figured out what I hate about CGI the most: the animated figures convey no dismay at the weight of their bodies. It's how that dismay is coped with that injects grace into movement. The princess here looks nice enough until she moves. Then it becomes clear there is no soul within the frame that first suffers the pain of an ungainly body coping with gravity, then masters itself, and resolves to move as best it/she can anyway.
That is beauty: the acceptance of limits. The carrying on despite them. You can see this in real people when they walk.
Until the entire inner world is modeled, these constructions have less life that a good puppet. A puppet at least telegraphs the spark of life from the hand and soul that control it's strings. That spark is constant, microsecond communication and feedback.
Stop trying to create simulacrums. Live the life you've been given.
[Returns to computer job. Resolves nonetheless to walk under the moon tonight].