A couple months back, blogger Scott Spiegelberg wrote about an article in the Palm Beach Post by Scott Eyman, which lamented "The death of memorable movie music." The article isn't up anymore but I have it cached, so I will quote liberally if you don't mind:
Composers like Max Steiner and Bernard Herrmann aren't coming back anytime soon....More to the point, where are the Young Turks who can replace Jerry Goldsmith, Elmer Bernstein, Ennio Morricone, or, for that matter, John "He-can't- last-forever-it-just-seems-that-way" Williams?
...The field isn't completely bare, but there aren't many big trees standing. Every once in a while, Randy Newman will write a score of beautiful Americana that skates perilously close to Copland parody and carries no relation whatsoever to his snarky songs; Patrick Doyle continues to do good work, from Kenneth Branagh's Shakespeare films to Harry Potter, even if there aren't a lot of good movies that call for it; Danny Elfman only seems to work for Tim Burton, but he almost always writes good scores, even if he has only produced one with the density of a masterpiece: Edward Scissorhands.
...I'm so sick of music where there's nothing to it," says George Feltenstein, a Warner Bros. vice president. "What we're hearing represents a continuing cultural wearing away of the arts in society in general. This is a culture where Andrew Lloyd Webber is taken seriously as a composer, so it shouldn't be any surprise that we're gradually losing musical theater or good film scores."
...The question is whether this is a top-down problem, or a bottom-up problem; in other words, are we suffering from a paucity of talent, or is the problem systemic, within the studios?
...Lukas Kendall is the founder of Film Score Monthly and has produced dozens of soundtrack CDs. He seems to come down on the institutional side of the problem, as well as pointing out that "some of this is like arguing about the best rock band ever. A lot of it is a matter of taste, and some of it is beyond objective qualities. That said, the old stuff is better."
And blah blah blah. "The old stuff is better." How many times have you heard this? And of the times you heard it, how many times was the speaker A) an old bat, B) kissing the ass of old bats, C) deeply under the influence of old bats, or D) submerged in some schlocky-but-righteous nostalgia trip?