Thanks for the insightful review. You got it right.
There's a kind of techno-triumphalism about this little movie that is hard to stomach and even harder to counter in the age of Asperger. If graphic novels are literature, then Star Wars CGI inventors must be Vermeer experts. It's all adolescent fanboy-brain, and no heart.
How Vermeer did what he did is missing the point of what he did, and why, and most particularly, when. Grinding your own colors and lenses as did Tim, is a pathetic, obsessional smoke screen. It's like those Civil War re-enactors, heatedly debating the composition of the 3rd Pennsylvania Regiment's tunic buttons, and forgetting the point of the war. In expending such huge resources to make such a small point, with such Penn Jillette bombast, one first gets lost in the grand editorial gesture, then is dazzled by the rabbit.
In their eagerness to reveal the "trick" behind the magic, Penn & Teller miss the beauty behind the real history of art. Everything else, including this movie, is a gimmick.