A very loose ranking of something that cannot be truly ranked as a writhing contorting creature made up of singular of the sentient and the semi-sentient and of those that run on instinct alone, each rising and falling with every watch, rewatch and thought like the chest cavitity of an alluring rat king breathing both in fits of hyperventilation and hypoventilation.

Swirling, spiralling and infinite; an aurora ourobourealis floating in the pits and the skies and the cosmos of a land occupied only by the one true uncle of cinema, and those people and concepts he allowed to venture through the threshold into the ether of the one true auteur to be part of something bigger that captures the essence of the most beautiful, the most harrowing and the most sad this world has to offer.

Top 4 are interchangeable, 5 and 6 might be there with 'em too who knows?

All ratings mean less than fuck all.