The 1967 Warren Beatty film Bonnie and Clyde was a turning point in American cinema.  It celebrated violence, it thrashed virtue, and it asked the audience to love murderers and criminals.

Most critics found Bonnie and Clyde empty and trashy. The crusty old New York Times guy, Bosley Crowther, then one of the most influential American critics, decided that Bonnie and Clyde failed to meet his narrow, simple-minded, painfully respectable standards. It was too violent, and he thought the love story of its doomed, hare-brained title characters was “sentimental claptrap.”

This claptrap is commonplace now, and it’s not just in “violent” films.  It’s also a part of the brainless fodder films we love and adore.  Read this short essay about Pauline Kael, one of the first critics to champion Bonnie and Clyde, ushering in the triumph of low-quality movies over good ones, and see how her high criticism created a world where Will Smith is as good as it gets:

Not long before she died, Pauline Kael remarked to a friend, “When we championed trash culture we had no idea it would become the only culture.”

Be careful what you ask for, I guess.