This is shaping up as the worst year in film since Lillian Gish was a major star.
With top talent migrating to TV, cinema is starting to smell very much like a dead man walking. It was very important for the studios to keep investing in prestige projects like Scorsese's THE IRISHMAN, even at the risk of a loss, just to maintain a certain continuity of patronage from those uninterested in flying men in tights. But they blew it. They totally blew it. They disenfranchised us and we might never come back -- and that's a tragedy.
Need I add that the halcyon days when every month (every week in summer) brought an outstanding new symphonic score are now a distant memory.