Right, I’m not actually pointing fingers at you, in particular. I’m just saying a good critic knows he can be wrong. They’re human, after all.
I think there's a big difference between being wrong once in a while and being constantly wrong. Any of us can goof and be wrong from time to time, but if somebody seems to be whack every second time, they're no good.
Also, you completely have missed the boat of Scorsese and Spielberg among others as well, so I dare say you’ve been wrong about a lot, haha.
I didn't. These directors both made some good films but neither is a master some people claim they are. This is not up for debate.
I’m just pointing out the fact we all pass on classics that may fly over our heads, and overhype middling films from time to time.
Us included
Yeah, but people with good taste generally do it less often. They have the intuition to generally get what is good and what isn't and what is just good and what is a total masterwork. This intuition can get corrupted, which is concerning.
I really can't understand those dialogue-heavy films. They're almost solely based on talking, so if you can't understand the language, there's little left there. Of course, now that I speak English well I do understand what is being said, and that tricks me just like it tricks the natives. Those films can look good, but you take away the talking and you're left with nothing. You don't understand anything, there's nothing beautiful to look at. A film needs to have something that TRANSCENDS language. A great film is great even if you can't speak its language and don't understand a iota of the story. Jancso's mastershot, Shimizu's pan, Mizoguchi's framing, or Sokurov's aesthetic is amazing in any language - you almost don't need verbal language because you have the language of cinema, and that's the only language you need. This is similar to what Godard said about silent films; we used to just see the images with sparse intertitles, but we understood everything, and we were moved and flabbergasted and stunned. But then the talkies came and we started listening, but we understood nothing. Of course, some filmmakers were masters of sound right away: Germans like Lang or Pabst, but even they eventually gave in to the hegemony of the rattle.
My initial intuition when coming into the world of film was exactly that and my standards have dropped since then. I allowed myself to be enchanted by too much talking, too much story. But I don't think the power of cinema lies in that at all. And I think that there's definitely a downside to watching many films, in that the overabundance eventually corrupts one, makes one's standards drop to accommodate for the sheer volume of diversity, of which, bemoaningly only the select few are real masterpieces worthy of championing. The elitists might've been right all along.