Yes, people have always had these complaints. The only people who think otherwise are those who have no contact with actual history. This is about 99.9% of the population, so don’t worry too much about being one of them.
Pick a decade, any decade. You’ll find critics and reviewers and columnists and intellectuals and just plain joe’s denouncing the current output as inferior to that of some previous era. The words and terminology used varies only slightly according to the linguistic standards of the era. Some of it could be reprinted today with the names changed without anyone finding it the least odd.
The reverse is equally true. Movies and stars were considered to be exceptional in their day that we find inept, clichéd, objectionable, or boring today. (Who remembers that Sonya Heine was a top box office draw for a decade? When’s the last time you saw *any * of her pictures?)
What others have said about our remembering the great movies and forgetting all the dross that people of their times had to sit through, not realizing that something great was a few months down the line, is completely true. Golden Ages are never ages in which everything was good, merely times when more of the great stuff is remembered later.
There are periods which seem to have more lasting creativity than others. For movies the 1930’s and 1970’s are the usual examples, but people make cases for other eras (especially for non-American films).
A good case can be made that the 1930s were a Golden Age because of, not despite, the studio machinery. It’s made most recently in The Star Machine, by Jeanine Basinger. The book is long, contentious, and warps the evidence to prove her thesis so spectacularly that she should be named an honorary black hole. But she’s seen every movie made in the Golden Age, and remembers every line, camera placement, and lightning direction. And she uses those technical details not to provide exposition about a movie (the way a Leonard Maltin does) but to give a feel for what it was like to be in the audience watching the film when it first appeared on screen. That’s such a rare gift that it deserves special notice. (About the only other book that rises to these heights is Gerard Nachman’s Raised on Radio, the sole book on old-time radio that let me experience the magic that radio programs once had.)
Basinger argues that the studios were experts in building careers and building stars by controlling every aspect of their existence, from their names to their hairstyles to the way they talked to what the public would be told of their lives and, oh yes, to the roles and pictures and types that the public saw them in. (She makes all the exceptions part of this thesis, which takes some sleight of hand that you’d have to be another writer to truly appreciate). She’s also good on why many of these movies don’t hold up today and make some people describe them as “A couple of B&W stiffs smoking and making small talk.”
Were the 30’s any better than the 70’s? Or the 60’s or the 90’s? That’s up to you. There is a reason why that decade is put at the top, though.
And people complained their way through every week of it.