The problem with the diminishing indie-film marketplace, in the view of N.Y. Times critic A.O. Scott, is “not that there are too many [interesting art-house] movies, but that there are too few of us.” Precisely. For every impassioned fan of Ballast, Che or even The Hurt Locker, there are probably 40 or 50 popcorn-munching, attention-deficit-disordered fans of Beverly Hills Chihuahua. We live in a society that has devolved from what it once was in terms of interest in adult offbeat cinema. The U.S. of A. is a less educated, fatter, fast-foodier and less curious culture than it used to be, and it’s devolving more and more each year. Mainstream media critics and reporters all realize this, of course, but they’re not supposed to…you know, say it, and so guys like Scott go into their circumspect tap dances when the subject comes up.