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The one I measure other films against. The docking scene, the wave planet, the ticking score that turns time itself into the antagonist — I’ve seen it a dozen times and the bookshelf still gets me. It reaches further than it can grasp and I love it more for the reach. Score and tier agree completely here: a 10, and nothing below holy would be honest.
Hand-drawn and somehow more alive than anything rendered. The train across the water is the most peaceful two minutes in cinema. A 9 that sits in holy because quality and feeling don’t always rhyme — and they don’t have to.
A perfect machine. Every frame is doing three jobs and the tonal turn halfway through is one of the cleanest gear-changes in film. Not quite holy for me only because it’s flawless rather than transcendent — but excellent is not a consolation prize.
Ledger turned a comic-book villain into a force of nature. The interrogation scene still crackles. The bar I hold every “serious blockbuster” to.
Two people in a room and it’s tenser than most thrillers. That final drum solo earns every second. “Not quite my tempo” lives rent-free in my head.
3/10 and I cannot stop thinking about it. Nothing in it works — the dialogue,
the framing, the spoons — and yet it’s one of the most watchable things ever
committed to film. This is exactly what the wtf bucket is for: not bad, not
good, unrankable. “You’re tearing me apart, Lisa!”
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The cleanest character arc on television — a man becomes the thing he pretended he wasn’t, one justified step at a time. “Ozymandias” is the best single hour the medium has produced. No filler, no sag, no wasted scene. When people ask what TV can do, this is the answer I point at. A 10 that earns holy without an asterisk.
Not a show about cops — a show about a city, told from every floor at once. It asks for patience and pays it back with interest. The closest TV has come to a novel. Season four still wrecks me.
Dread as a craft. The sound design alone — that constant clicking — does more than most horror. “What is the cost of lies?” is the thesis and it never blinks. Five episodes, no fat.
The only time-travel story I’ve seen that respects its own rules to the last frame. Needs a notebook and rewards one. Cold, precise, and quietly devastating.
A kids’ show with better arcs than most prestige drama. Zuko’s redemption is the gold standard. Earns good on craft and rewatchability alone.
Built the most-watched story on earth and then forgot how stories end. The first four seasons are a 9; the last two drag the whole average down. A 6 is generous and can-do-better is the kindest tier it has any right to. So much potential, set on fire — literally.
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The anchor of this whole section. Twenty years of making the impossible look like a default setting — the dribble that bends a defence around him, the left foot that treats geometry as a suggestion. I grew up arguing about him and I’ll grow old arguing about him. Doha 2022 finally closed the one chapter that was still open, and watching him lift it felt like a debt the sport owed itself being paid. There is no version of holy that doesn’t start here.
The greatest final ever played and I won’t hear otherwise. Three lead changes, a hat-trick on the losing side, penalties, and the one story football was waiting on for sixteen years landing on the biggest stage there is. I have never been more nervous watching anything. A perfect 10 — the night sport justified itself.
The most relentless self-improvement machine the game has seen. Made himself great by force of will where others were just gifted it. The other half of the argument that defined two decades — and the rivalry made both of them better.
Made a brutal sport look like calligraphy. The one-handed backhand is the most beautiful motion in any game. Watching him was less like watching tennis and more like watching someone get away with something.
Slowed down to celebrate before the line and still set a world record. Made the hardest thing in sport — being the fastest human alive — look like a party. Pure joy, weaponised.
I have genuinely no idea how to rate this. As a contest it collapsed inside ten
minutes — a 4 at best. As an event it’s one of the most surreal things I’ve
ever watched live: a host nation coming apart on the world’s biggest stage in
real time, six goals in a daze. Unrankable. Belongs nowhere on the ladder, so it
goes in wtf.
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The greatest revenge story ever written and somehow also a meditation on whether revenge is worth the man you become to get it. A thousand pages and not one I’d cut. Dantès’ patience is the real masterclass — the trap takes years to close and you feel every one of them. “Wait and hope.” I’d hand this to anyone who says they don’t read.
Gets quoted to death precisely because it got everything right. The horror isn’t the surveillance — it’s the editing of the past, the deliberate murder of the word. The last line still lands like a punch.
Worldbuilding that makes everything after it look like a sketch. Ecology, religion, politics, and a hero story that’s secretly a warning about hero stories. Dense, demanding, worth it.
Three hundred pages inside one guilty man’s skull and it never stops being gripping. The fever-dream prose is the point — you don’t read his guilt, you catch it. Heavy, but never a slog.
Everyone’s favourite book to gift and I’ve never quite felt it. The fable is fine, the “follow your dream” message is fine — it’s all just fine. A 6 and a shrug. Maybe I read it at the wrong age.
One genuinely good idea — systems over goals — stretched across three hundred pages of repetition and stock anecdotes. Could’ve been a great essay. A 5: useful, but I resent how long it took to say it.
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A dying way of life, rendered slow on purpose. The pace is the point — it makes you live in it. Arthur Morgan’s last chapter is the best character writing in games. The most beautiful world anyone’s built to walk through.
The game that proved a side quest can hurt more than most main stories. The Bloody Baron arc is better writing than most prestige TV, and it’s optional. A whole continent that feels lived-in, a protagonist with actual interiority, and an ending you have to earn. I’ve put a hundred hours in and still find new corners. The benchmark for the entire medium — a clean 10, holy without debate.
Took the Souls formula and let it breathe across an open world without losing its teeth. The sense of discovery — cresting a hill onto something impossible — is unmatched. Some late bosses overstay their welcome, but what a thing to build.
A fifteen-dollar indie that out-scopes studio games ten times its budget. Hand- drawn, melancholy, enormous. The mapping-as-mechanic still feels novel. I keep meaning to finish the true ending and keep getting lost on purpose.
The one that taught a whole generation that difficulty can be respect. The interconnected world of the first game is a piece of architecture I still think about. Ringing the first bell is a rite of passage.
The launch was a broken promise and I won’t pretend otherwise — a 6 is me grading on the curve of what it eventually became. Night City is genuinely stunning and the Phantom Liberty arc is excellent, but the gap between the pitch and the release still stings. Can-do-better is the whole story of this game.
★ top tier ★
The greatest revenge story ever written and somehow also a meditation on whether revenge is worth the man you become to get it. A thousand pages and not one I’d cut. Dantès’ patience is the real masterclass — the trap takes years to close and you feel every one of them. “Wait and hope.” I’d hand this to anyone who says they don’t read.
The game that proved a side quest can hurt more than most main stories. The Bloody Baron arc is better writing than most prestige TV, and it’s optional. A whole continent that feels lived-in, a protagonist with actual interiority, and an ending you have to earn. I’ve put a hundred hours in and still find new corners. The benchmark for the entire medium — a clean 10, holy without debate.
The one I measure other films against. The docking scene, the wave planet, the ticking score that turns time itself into the antagonist — I’ve seen it a dozen times and the bookshelf still gets me. It reaches further than it can grasp and I love it more for the reach. Score and tier agree completely here: a 10, and nothing below holy would be honest.
The cleanest character arc on television — a man becomes the thing he pretended he wasn’t, one justified step at a time. “Ozymandias” is the best single hour the medium has produced. No filler, no sag, no wasted scene. When people ask what TV can do, this is the answer I point at. A 10 that earns holy without an asterisk.
The anchor of this whole section. Twenty years of making the impossible look like a default setting — the dribble that bends a defence around him, the left foot that treats geometry as a suggestion. I grew up arguing about him and I’ll grow old arguing about him. Doha 2022 finally closed the one chapter that was still open, and watching him lift it felt like a debt the sport owed itself being paid. There is no version of holy that doesn’t start here.
The greatest final ever played and I won’t hear otherwise. Three lead changes, a hat-trick on the losing side, penalties, and the one story football was waiting on for sixteen years landing on the biggest stage there is. I have never been more nervous watching anything. A perfect 10 — the night sport justified itself.