Great observation. As culture has become more individualistic, the expectation has grown among people that everything–from their local supermarket to the art they experience–be built for their convenience and to their specifications. Retailers emphasize the sublimity of their experience to engender repeat visits–the world is Disneyfied.
The older expectation–that a work out will challenge a person and take them out of themselves–is in retreat. People want to be reassured/reaffirmed–they want narratives to reflect the stories they have already formed in their minds. Look how successful J.J. Abrams was when producing Star Wars’ retreads, while Rian Johnson and his approach were unceremoniously scuppered for (among other things) being different.
Different stories/experiences do need to be expressed in all the arts, e.g., the Metropolitan Opera just premiered a work by a Black composer for the first time in its 138 years of existence. But for me, all these stories must in their expressions gesture toward a larger (dare I say transcendent?) truth–highly specific without specificity becoming an end unto itself. The problem as I perceive it is that people have become addicted/reliant on the melange of (hyper)individualism, and societies are in decay because of it–cultures are slipping into their own, particular spice trances.