One thing I've noticed is that it's harder and harder for me to enjoy new movies, because so much gets recycled to the point that it almost feels like I'm watching the same thing. That's the short and simple way to put it, don't feel like putting out the effort to explaining it better than that. I used to think older people just got tired and not interested in the changing world, but now I see that it's just because about everything has gotten so stale and predictable. Enjoy it while you can.
Though I will agree with many movies listed above. And I really WANTED to love the LOTR but couldn't.
Though interesting enough, I found Revenge of the Sith so tedious that the only reason I didn't walk out was because I didn't want to lose the crowd I was with (and my ride back), and kept thinking it can't go on much longer...it did, at least it seemed to. And yet one of my favorite novels is Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover, which really surprised me.
Back in elementary school, the school faculty liked to torment kids with Old Yeller at the end of the school year. Gods, I was a child and I thought any child dumb enough to play with bear cubs deserved to be eaten by a bear. 😀 And I hated it enough the first time. And then as school ended the next year they made us watch it AGAIN. The third time I protested, and someone said it was to "teach you about death." I said I knew about that ever since my uncle killed my cow (child-speak for how my uncle killed my favorite cow to teach me cows were livestock, not pets...he not only killed the cow, but then cooked up some of the meat and fed her to me, only telling me after I'd eaten her which his son took a sadistic delight in, and is just one of the reasons I tend to laugh bitterly when I hear how children have no empathy until taught it by adults). Back then I was fairly quiet and not disruptive in school so maybe just how vocal, angry, stubborn, and passionate I was about not seeing the stupid film for the third time is why they relented and gave me a pass to go read quietly in the school library. (And I started middle school the following year so didn't have to worry about having that movie inflicted on me again.)