The reign of New York Times film critic Bosley Crowther came to an end in the late ’60s after he showed time and again that he was becoming more and more oblivious to what was hot and happening in the culture. (He scolded 1963’s Dr. Strangelove for the disrespect shown to the government and the military, and he called Bonnie and Clyde “a cheap piece of bald-faced slapstick comedy that treats the hideous depredations of [the lead characters] as though they were as full of fun and frolic as the jazz-age cutups in Thoroughly Modern Millie.”) I think Today critic Gene Shalit demonstrated the same kind of disconnect fairly decisively yesterday morning with his review of Brokeback Mountain. I won’t dignify his remarks by repeating them. Here’s a GLAAD link to a video clip. You tell me.