Have We Lost the Magic?

This past Friday night I saw the movie Stardust, which is based on the book of the same name by my all-time favorite author, Neil Gaiman.
Gaiman is a master of creating worlds of fantasy that seem to be just five seconds to the right out of the corner of your eye. Worlds that could oh so easily exist if only we looked fast enough and quick enough. Books like American Gods, Neverwhere, Stardust and Coraline all speak to this.
But about the movie.
Stardust, while not adhering 100% to the book was a wonderful brilliant movie. The casting turned out to be excellent, and I even managed not to hate Claire Danes. But mostly the movie captured Gaiman's sense of wonder and sense of humor. A sort of dark and knowing humor pervaded the entire script and echoed the same senses in the book.
All in all one of the better movies I've seen this summer.
Something bothered me however. Not about the movie, no - but about the critical response. The Philadelphia Daily News's movie critic called Stardust "a fantasy adventure with too much icky romance for young boys, a movie driven by grown-up stars with too much fantasy content for adults." Yes, young boys do not like that "icky romance", at least not publicly. However, who said that adults can't deal with fantasy content? Is this true? Are all adults beyond the reach of fantasy?
The Lord of the Rings movie might say otherwise perhaps. Those movies were a veritable goldmine and I can't imagine that only young boys shelled out their pocket money to push these films into profits of millions upon millions. So-called adults must have seen them as well. Beyond that trilogy, so many high grossing films have contained within them aspects of fantasy, even Titanic (though the fantasy is more of the romantic variety).
I guess I'm just puzzled that adults are considered to be ill-equipped to be able to handle something that isn't firmly based in our world and reality. As children we are encouraged to use our imaginations and think big wild and crazy thoughts. Though as we get older and the real world becomes realer by the day and by the bill, we're supposed to shut off that part of ourselves. I say when better to indulge in our imaginations than when we spend our days dealing with real life? Why are we expected to become dour and unimaginative as we age? Is that because it happens? Or does it happen only because we are told it should?
A movie like Stardust provides not only an escape (from the sweltering heat and humidity as well as one's work-a-day cares), but can help bring back that spark of the creative in we adults who have been told such things are no longer ours. We should be able to dream of places where stars fall and become beautiful young women, of witches who enslave princesses with a slim silver chain, and of awkward young men who discover how to be men through love. What's wrong with any of that?