I recently did a brief stint in academia; peripherally so, I grant, but close enough to see that sausage made, and indeed I had the rare privilege of seeing one

I recently did a brief stint in academia; peripherally so, I grant, but close enough to see that sausage made, and indeed I had the rare privilege of seeing one particular lump of particularly indigestible offal picked apart and analyzed in microscopically unforgiving detail as a sort of teaching example, a short-hand demonstration of all the things which can and do separate the ideal of peer review from the reality. If the latter lived up to the former, you'd have a compelling argument; having seen firsthand how broad can be the chasm between them, I'd say you are verging very near a naked appeal to authority. Reproducibility, in the unfortunately exceptional cases where it actually exists, is all that saves you from going over the edge; that said, even when I can reproduce an experiment to see whether my results match what the journal saw fit to publish, using a child of mine as a test subject is not a thought which appeals.