Remakes are in fact so rampant because for the next generation the original is obliterated and usurped by the newer, glitzier remake. Without good direction children are always programmed to seek out the new and flush the old. Directors are intentionally chosen for their loathing of the original work. The result turns the spirit of the original on its head, as intended. The remake of The Wicker Man is a case in point. That director loathed Paul Giovanni’s soundtrack to the film, among other things. In short, it is systematic communist degredation of art, which becomes anti-art.
#44 True Grit remake with mumbling Jeff Bridges
John Wayne is the only one for that part.