A.O. Scott tries to make conventional wisdom sound unconventional:

There are fewer and fewer movies being made that send us from the theater reeling and rubbing our eyes, wondering “what the heck was that?” or demanding a refund. For precisely that reason, we are less and less likely to emerge breathless and dazzled, eager to go back for more and unable to forget what we just saw.

Bizarro logic like this reminds me why A.O. Scott is my eternal nemesis.