Most 23 year olds don't like 2001 either.
I'm 23 and I love it. But then I've loved it since I was 12. What the hell do i know?
Hey, I'll even go one further and say most people of
any age do not or would not like 2001. 2001 is one of those works that is not for everyone. Other examples, I suppose, are Funny Games, Primer, Tape, or the full-length version of Lawrence of Arabia.
Despite being extremely well-made entries into their respective genres (horror, sci-fi, drama, and action-adventure epic), each employs extremely unconventional means that are bound to rub some members of an audience the wrong way. In Funny Games, it's the killers as literal god-mode sues; in Primer, it's the glitchless but maddening Escheresque they make out of time travel; in Tape, it's confining the film to essentially a single long conversation between three people in one room; and in Lawrence of Arabia, while the film has great action pieces, many are nonetheless going to be a little put off by the endless shots of people walking or riding somewhere in the desert.
2001 has the most in common with Lawrence of Arabia, cinematically. And it has much less interest in its characters than LoA. 2001 is a difficult film for many, a film that is most obviously about its own sense of aesthetics.* I'm not surprised at all that many find it unbearable, because even though I might love it, I can understand what others find objectionable.
In that regard, CM's review is actually probably not even wrongheaded, really, simply that he isn't wired to find the film beautiful, whereas I am.
*Of course it's also about our destiny and shit. But in a way I really do think it's primarily about its own imagery. That the imagery means something is a bonus.
Edit: it strikes me a little late that Eyes Wide Shut is probably the example par excellence--now that's
definitely a movie not for everyone, that I still love. Indeed, it's a lot like 2001, only rather than investigating a monolith out by Jupiter, Dave Bowman is trying to bang a hooker in a mask.
It has very much the same distant, sterile aesthetic as 2001, and I wonder if this similarity is the reason EWS is roundly despised in many circles--it obviously doesn't include the awesome science fictiony stuff, which precludes nerds from loving it out of a sensawunda, and more mainstream audiences who didn't like 2001 at all,
really hated a 2001-style film set in a dreary version of New York that centers around fucking, or (more precisely) not fucking. (Personally, I think that EWS' major failing is that it didn't go far enough and the orgy scene should have been longer and just straight-up Dark Brothers-level hard core, but maybe I'm weird for wanting a feature-length Stanley Kubrick-directed porno.)
The 2001 one review is wrongheaded, but it doesn't matter because as was pointed out upthread, it's hilarious.
It's excruiating. Confused Matthew, as an entertainer, is pretty low on the totem pole of the more 'notable' internet reviewers (whatever the hell that means). He comes off as unbearably whiny, petulant and annoying - and that's when I
agreee with him. Repeating the same comment again and again ('THAT'S JUST RETARDED!' in a loud voice, for example) is not humour. Nor is it entertainment. It does not even vaguely resemble wit and I will not pretend that most of his reviews even pass for such (he's had a couple that were good, but by and large most are awful - and that includes his dismal
Star Wars prequel reviews.)
YMMV, I guess. I've found him to be entertaining and occasionally thoughtful. His Minority Report review, for example, was pretty good--and on rewatching the film afterward, I had to agree with him on most points, although I still find it enjoyable for its action and inspirational in its amazing world-building (except for the 3D movie player, which is such a terrible piece of technology that I cannot be convinced anyone outside of a few enthusiasts would ever purchase it).
CM's not the best of the best, I concede, but I've always found him pretty funny. Then again I occasionally like to hear folks just screaming incoherently at shit, so this may just be a reflection on me.