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guilt, anger, empathy
I'm so fucking mixed up right now. My dad is so deeply invested in Trump and QAnon that he has completely fucked everything his father worked for til the day he died. Forced his mother, my complete saint of a grandmother, to sell their house and income property in one of the most desirable cities to live in and move out to BFE Oklahoma. She and my Uncle, his brother, both have heart conditions and now 0 infrastructure to manage them. My germaphobe Uncle is being forced to attend medical visits where he is regularly in contact with unmasked people. They feel unsafe and disconnected where they live, though they love the new house itself. I got the you-told-us-so call a few days ago, and I feel more upset than before. I managed to get my grandmother to stop actively propagating Q material on facebook, and my impression is that she just doesn't know what to believe at this point and is trying to avoid politics. I can understand that, at least. She is an extremely kind woman who was taken in on the child-trafficking claims and nothing else, it wasn't too hard to talk to her.
My dad is so fucking sick now. He's in recovery and has now taken up gambling for fun, and has been going to the casinos and coming home (endangering the remainder of the at-risk household) since they reopened. He openly brags about being at bars, smoking and singing maskless. He voted for Trump in 2016 because he hated Hillary and the libertarian candidate wasn't going to win (or so he told me). Now he's so far gone he can do nothing but post on Twitter about HCQ and how he refuses to bend to "covid fascist edicts" and won't allow himself to be "reprogrammed" by the government. He railroaded my whole family into tearing up their roots and starting anew in a brand new place and now he isn't even unpacking because he plans to move to Texas with his girlfriend. My Uncle gave up the business he built for over a decade, and the relationship he'd been in for nearly as long. All of my grandma's comfort and independence have been stripped away. I kept begging them not to do it, I kept telling them it wasn't safe, but they were constantly being manipulated with my dad in the house and everyone screaming about the stupid governor trying to destroy everyone's livelihoods with shutdowns. So many people are dead, and all he could be assed to think about was his own freedom. I begged and begged, but my grandma just won't think of herself or her wellbeing. They used her for her money so that they could afford to move, and they are already priced out of the market they just left. My childhood home, lemon trees, rose vines, ugly old tile and all is being rented out to randoms now. The thought of picking up and moving again sounds horrific but less horrific than the consequences of staying where they are and in a home with him.
I found out the day after the Capitol riot that he had traveled all the way to DC to take part when a friend I had at my last job sent me a news article with his extremely unique name in it. There he was, in front of God and everybody, disgracing the family name and making us look like a bunch of hateful lunatics. I wonder if I'll ever be able to get a job again. I was planning on changing my name when I get married, I might have to do it sooner. That day I discovered the extent of his issues (3200 tweets in 3 months) and how awful the things he was saying had become. When I found out he was one of the people joining 'militias" to "keep the peace" during the George Floyd protests, I knew he was gone. I didn't understand how deeply he had bitten into the conspiracies until now. Being someone who has frequented 4chan from much too young an age, it was so hard to fucking explain to these people that the things they were sharing (literal photos of computer screens showing 4chan posts!!! I'm not even making this shit up) came from a place with complete anonymity and less vetting for posts than any of their social media platforms, let alone wikipedia. An actual forum full of gore, porn, and memes. I could not get through to them, but now even my Uncle who voted for Trump thinks he has gone too far.
This week has been a fucking mess for me. This is the man I used to call my hero. He used to be an avid musician, a gentle hand on my shoulder when I was wound up and tense, a patriot in the military who served and strove to better himself. There were several times in my life when it was us, and just us. I have been neglected or abused by most of my family, including him. My conflicted feelings go back further than when he started to openly oppose women's rights, back before QAnon even existed. But he is a different person now. He is not the man who spent all the cash in his wallet to win me the biggest dog at the booth in the fair, nor the man who brought me a copy of our favorite book when I was hospitalized for making an attempt on my life, nor the man who took me to see snow, stars, and the countryside in thousand-mile-trips cross country. He's gone. I am crying here with the letter he slipped me when I was in the mental hospital with instructions to read it when I was hurting. Here it is, the final sentence, a quote older than both of us.
"You have been, and always shall be, my best friend."
I reported him to the FBI the day before the inauguration. You won't see me on the news being called a hero, I am here in my home unable to sleep or eat, existing in obscurity. I have no parents anymore, though my chosen family is wiser than me to say I never really did. When I found out he had not returned home after the riot, and had a weapon with him, the choice was made for me. None of the adults in my family have the strength to even stand up to him, they certainly aren't going to grow up now.
I don't know where he is, or what's going to happen. I don't think he can go back to being that person, he is as invested in avoiding admitting he is wrong as he is in getting his way. His actions are those of a bitter man who feels wronged by the world and is trying to extract what he can for himself from society. It saddens me to say that I am not his only child, which makes that outlook even more disturbing. I started treatment for PTSD a couple months ago, and I am barely functioning. Today, I had to email my landlord and go to the post office. I have already broken down three times, and drank until I could pass out for a few hours this afternoon. The nightmares are intense. The shaking is intense. I keep remembering things he did and said, good and bad. I wish I knew how to get through to him. He calls me a fucking libtard. The last safe space I had is gone because of him. He just doesn't care, about his kids, his mother, nothing. My grandfather is rotting in a grave miles from the product of his life's achievements, and the family is slowly going broke now. I stopped thinking of him as family years ago, but going through this with his mother is really difficult.
I am sorry for being all over the place. I feel like I'm barely surviving right now, for a combination of reasons that reach far beyond my parents.
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OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – Giving thanks edition: Kickin’ around Caracas, Pt. 5
Continuing… (It's Part 6 in the saga, I fucked up. Sorry.)
So, after a few re-fueling and impromptu cigar-purchasing stops in South and Central America, we wheel up to the deserted jetway at LAX.
“Thought we were going to Elmendorf?” I asked.
“This isn’t it?” the pilot replied, feigning worry.
“No.”, I replied, “Looks like California. Fruits and nuts. All around. What’s going on? One minute we’re off to Texas, then Cali, then Texas again, now we end up here at the California airport of the iconic tower.”
“Yeah, it’s confusing enough haulin’ civilians around. But when we get a call from Virginia, we tend to comply without any questions,” the pilot explains.
“Aw, shit!”, I sort of exclaim, “Rack and Ruin called?”
“Yeah”, the pilot replies, “Figures you’d know these guys. They said they were closer to LAX rather than Texas and had us divert here. In fact, you look over there, see that dark blue Chevy? That’s them; and evidently, your ride.”
I tipped the airman from earlier a couple of cigars as he helped me with my gear off the plane and into the trunk of Rack and Ruin’s plain-Jane blue late modeled Chevy. Had to move the Sidewinder Missiles off to one side, though.
“Most honorable Agents Lack and Luin!” I quipped in my faux-racist greeting. “What the hell, guys? I’ve got to get to Japan and get some newly rigidified digits.”
“Let’s see your hand”, Agent Rack asks. “Nasty.”
“Yeah”, I sigh “And with the medicos in South America and their penchant for plaster, I don’t so much have a left hand as more of an ankylosaur tail.”
“Or Thagomizer”, Agent Ruin tittered. “Anyone gives you grief, and one upside the head should set them right. Or dead.”
“You’re a riot, Ruin.” I replied, “But not entirely incorrect.”
We all agreed that I really didn’t need any extra accouterments to make myself look more dangerous. I mean with my severe haircut, stern beard clip, and perpetual ‘Go fuck yourself’ scowl.
“Yeah”, I replied, stroking the aforementioned beard, “I just can’t get that. I’m such a people person.”
After Agents Rack and Ruin finished drying their eyes from laughing what I thought was en extremis, we finally got down to business.
“So, what’s the skinny, guys”, I asked. “New marching orders?”
“No. Not as such”, Agent Ruin said, still sniggering over my ‘people person’ comment.
I see we’re moving. Agent Rack is just driving casually, like Chewbacca when they were waiting to see if the Empire went for that expensive Bothan code.
“Then, what?” I asked, getting a slight bit piqued.
“Well”, Agent Ruin noted, “When you went to South America, you took some of your artillery collection with, correct?”
“You know I did. You even made some snide comments about my personal choice of sidearms and their ‘excessive’ calibers, if memory serves”, I reiterated.
“And if you are proceeding normally, as you always do, they’re all nestled in the trunk of this very car. All cleaned, quiet, unloaded, and smelling sweetly of Hoppe’s Number 9 and WD 40, correct?” Rack inquired.
“Yes?” I cautiously venture.
“Well, ya’ big dummy, do you think they’re going to let you saunter into Tokyo armed like the Third Fleet?” Agent Ruin chuckled.
“Um…well…I do have a Diplomatic Passport.” I ventured.
“That’s not going to work this time.”, Agent Ruin said, shaking his head. “They’re tighter than Dick’s Hatband about sidearms. Want to bring in your Rigby SXS .500 Nitro Express double rifle? Not a problem. Sidearms, especially in your alien hunting calibers, nope.”
Well, that’s just….*dandy!”, I reply, semi-put out. “Now what the hell am I going to do?”
“Ever think that’s why Ruin and I are here, now?”, Rack asks.
“And here I thought it was just so you could bask in the warm glow of my fucking wonderful personality. Or that you actually cared about me as a real goddamn human”, I joshed.
“Ummm…yeah”, Rack replies, “There’s no way we can answer that without going on some Deadpool list. “
I agreed.
“OK, here’s the deal: you get your sidearms, ammunition, speed loaders, brass knuckles, Asp, laser range finders, Sap, Zeiss scopes, Kukri, Wisconsin Cheese Whittler, Buck folding skinner, Marine K-Bar, those two ultra-illegal Cheburkov Cobra titanium switchblades...”
“Three. Olga the KGB lady sent me one for Geologist’s Day.”
“Ahem. Those three ultra-illegal Cheburkov switchblades, that Wyoming Speedholer, your MASER Time-Distance Computer, garrote, pocket rail gun and whatever else lethal you carry and deposit it in the iron box in the trunk. We’ll ensure that it’s delivered to Esme post-haste. And by post-haste I mean one of our guys will deliver it personally.”
“Well…I suppose”, I conceded, “But best send someone who’s been to the house recently. I don’t know how much bigger Khan has grown since I left on this little fantasy trip. Wouldn’t want a star on the wall in Langley for someone eaten by a mastiff. Want to see a picture….Oh, bother. That’s right. My phone’s at the bottom of fucking Lake Maracaibo.”
“Good point”, Ruin interjects, “Guess we’ll do a little road trip and deliver it ourselves. Best call Esme and let her know what’s going on.”
“I have no objections to your proposals. Please give Esme this when you see her. I had some luck in the Calaveras Casino and if I don’t send her some mad money. Ouch. She’ll never forgive me for not taking her along to Japan.” I asked.
“But I thought Esme hated Japan? Too crowded and too ‘fussy’, I believe was her estimation.” Ruin asked.
“Yes, but once she saw the Ginza, all bets were off. Shopping the likes of which even Allah himself hasn’t seen.” I replied, slowly shaking my head.
“I see”, Ruin said, “Well, since you’re off to Sapporo, perhaps you can do a recon for Esme on the shopping there.”
“Not bad. Not bad at all.”, I smiled, “Now I know why I let you guys hang around with me.”
So, as advertised, I am now standing on the tarmac at LAX, basically feeling naked.
“Can’t I keep just one switchblade?” I moaned to Agent Rack.
“Go ahead, if you’re really keen on donating it to Japanese customs”, he replied.
“Fuckbuckets.” I groused.
“There, there now. That’s the usual Dr. Rocknocker of which we’re all so fond.” Agent Ruin chuckled.
“Remember, you do have that wallet-sized credit card gizmo from the Company. So you’re not entirely ‘naked’. Think of it as an emergency breechcloth.” He smiled.
“I’d like a larger model if you don’t mind. It’s chilly out here.” I joshed.
After Agents Rack and Ruin stripped me metaphorically naked as they de-weaponized me, they handed me a Business Class ticket to Tokyo, and a pass to the Japan Airlines Hospitality Suite and Lounge.
“So sorry you guys can’t hang around and have a few farewell snorts”, I chided, “But you’ve got a bit of a drive, so best be off before the weather turns to shit.”
“Who says we’re driving?” Agent Rack asked as he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the ready and waiting C-130 cargo plane currently taxiing slowly in our direction.
“Well, in that case”, I smiled even more broadly, “Let’s invite the flight crew to join us. That’ll make the flight home all that much more interesting.”
After near tear-jerking farewell sentimentalities, i.e., “Piss on you”, “Get stuffed” and “Take a fuckin’ hike”; Agents Rack and Ruin, my weapons and the Agency’s plain-Jane Blue Chevy were all nestled snugger than buggers in ruggers in the belly of the thundering C-130.
Now truly on my own, I trudge the hundred thousand or so centisteps to my departure terminal, make a quick recon that my flight’s still slated to go in a generally westward direction, and hightail it to the nearest courtesy desk to ask for a motorized cart to take me and my remaining luggage to the JAL Hospitality Suite.
Hey. I’m old, infirm, and currently among the walking wounded.
Anyone that disagrees risks an Ankylosaur tail club swat or Thagomizer to the skull.
Finally ensconced in the JAL Hospitality Suite, Polo Lounge of course; I was drinking Tokyo Teas (3 oz. vodka, 2 oz. gin, 2 oz. rum, 1 oz. triple sec, 1 oz. Midori, good splash of lime juice, a slight splash of 7-Up (diet, of course), over ice with a lime wheel) with Pabst Blue Ribbon Extra 1844 chasers and Hangar One’s “Fog Point” vodka on the side, hiding from the brutish realities of this foul year of two thousand and twenty-something, Common Era…
I’ve already called Esme and we’ve had a good, long chat. She still managed to give me her shopping list for whenever I find myself bored on the Ginza.
She’ll be shocked when she learns that I’m not going to be in Tokyo long, but have 1st class tickets on the Bullet Train to Sapporo. Still, I’ll probably find myself in Pole Town or the Stellar Place there, trading piles of US greenbacks for locally produced Japanese curios and clothing.
I can hardly wait.
I order another round of drinks, as the wonderful attendants in the Hospitality Suite were bored out of their skulls because of the COVID-induced drop-in customers flying anywhere that requires a hospitality room stay, and I was virtually the only one around. They tried their level best to outdo each other when it comes to Japanese efficiency and friendliness.
After a couple of hours, they ask if I would like something from the grill, as the day chef had “the COVID” and the night chef just arrived. A quick perusal of the menu and I chose a 28-ounce dry-aged Porterhouse and another round of drinks.
I usually don’t like to eat too much before I fly, but JAL tells me the flight is going to be virtually empty, something like <121 pax, all told, so restroom availability shouldn’t be too much of a concern.
Plus, who am I to say no to a free, blue 28-ounce dry-aged Porterhouse?
There was a bit of difficulty conveying to the chef through the intermediaries of the hospitality just how I wanted my steak.
“Blue,” I said.
“Brue?” was the reply.
“Rare. Very, very rare.” I continued.
Look of total bewilderment.
I drag out my Personal Language Pro, speak “Steak, very, very rate” into the infernal gizmo, and hand the contraption to the attendant.
“珍しい、非常に珍しいステーキ?”[ Mezurashī, hijō ni mezurashī sutēki?]
“Raw! Nama!” I say, louder than need be.
They toddle off to find the chef.
“How is it sir, that you would like your steak cooked?” he asks.
“Very rare. Just a minute or two per side. Inside still cold.” I instructed.
All I got for the trouble was a puzzled smile.
“Give me the language gizmo…” I type in a few words…
“お尻を洗い、角をノックオフして、ここから出してください”
[O shiri o arai,-kaku o nokkuofu shite, koko kara dashite kudasai.]
“Wash its ass, knock its horns off, and walk it out here.”
“OH!” as the lightbulb pops. “Rare. Got it! Excellent!” the chef laughs and zips back to the kitchen.
Like I always say, I’m nothing if not the international ambassador of amity and goodwill.
“Crack tubes!”
Dinner was fantastic. I do wish I could have somehow mailed the Porterhouse bone back home for Khan. After that hambone incident, he might even taste it.
Finally on the plane, in an almost empty Business Class, the flight captain informs us that we’re headed to Haneda Airport Tokyo and anyone not headed in that direction better ‘haul ass off’ the flight or forever hold their peace.
Late-night international flights tend to be a bit more wooly than your average Chicago to Omaha gig.
Especially when the flight’s damn near empty and we have the next 12 hours or so to be best friends.
We taxi, turn and head into the wind. I’m doctoring up a couple of dossiers and keeping my personal cabin attendant, Luna since there were two of us in Business and two business flight attendants, busy with her trying to play ‘Stump the Geologist’.
“I’ll bet you never had this before.” She beamed and handed me a tumbler of very dangerous-looking brown liquor.
I cautiously sniff, take a modest gulp, swirl and glug the rest down.
“Ohishi Single Sherry Cask”, I say with a muffled belch. “Light. Fruity. An Englishman’s drink.”
“Oh. You knew. Let me try again.” She smiles beatifically.
“I have no objections to your proposal.” I smile as nicely as this crotchety old Komodo Dragon could.
She returns with another flagon of spirits; it smells of obsidian, leather, and earth.
I just had some of this back in LAX. I take a snort, smile, and shotgun the rest.
“Hibiki Japanese Harmony…lovely stuff.” I smile. “A little light for my jaded palate, but I’d never turn it down if it were free.”
“Oh, you win again. Wait. One more.” She smiles and skitters off to the galley.
She returns with another soupçon of some more dangerous brown liquor.
“Here, try this. It will make you very popular at social gatherings”. She smiles.
Sniff. “Splendid.” Snort. Swirl. Smile. Shotgun.
“Kanosuke New Born, if I’m not mistaken.” I smile back. “Very nice. I really do like this one.”
“You too good at this. One more!” she stands and stomps off defiantly. She returns in a trice and hands me the glass.
“Hmm…brown. Light notes of earth, leather, dating your daughter, and Kentucky…
“Beam Suntory, right?”
“You know them all!” she says, feigning irritation.
“And I thank you. Those were all excellent. Now, anything in the dangerous clear liquor category? I asked.
Luna smiled as I palmed off a 20k yen tip.
“Oh, no sir. Wait until we land.” She demurred, referring to the gratuity; which is know is not de rigueur in the Orient, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Just in case we never make it to Tokyo”, I laughed, unknowingly presciently.
We both chuckled about that last line as she tried out various sakes and shōchūs and an actual Japanese ‘White Liquor’ (ホワイトリカー), which were all excellent as was the company.
I tell her that I need to get some work done and could she bring me a tall Rocknocker. After explain the origins and construction of the eponymous drink, she brings me one that must tip the scales at 1 or so liters.
She settles down to an empty seat and I get after the work that I need to finish before we land. I’m about ½ way through my drink when it felt as if the plane hit a brick wall. She quivered and quaked and clutched at herself while I made some comments about the pilot’s mental health.
We dropped like a paralyzed falcon, then just as suddenly, felt like it was an express elevator to Angel’s 11. The plane bucked and shimmied, wickedly. Then we slam-danced right and fell a few more stories. It was like we were in a Mixmaster and the owner was trying out every speed.
The emergency lights in the 777-300ER popped on, and the fasten seat belt sign barked loudly so even sleeping travelers could enjoy the show.
Rinse. Spin. Shudder. Repeat.
Finally, the ride smooths out and we hear the captain on the blower.
“This is your captain speaking…ah, we seem to have hit some uncharted turbulence back there.”
“Thanks, Captain Obvious”, I muttered.
“Everything’s A-OK. “ he reports.
“That’s good”, I note.
“But…”
“There’s always the but…” I groan.
“…we have a couple of warning lights for which we can’t quite account. So to just be safe and certain, we’re going to divert to Hawaii, get a clean bill of health and resume this flight once we make sure everything here is hunky-dory.”
There were scattered groans and applause. Add them together and divide by two and the average response on the flight was “Meh. Whatever.”
Except for the other guy in Business, with whom I hadn’t shared two words. He began to absolutely lose his shit.
“Oh, man! We’re so screwed! Mechanical malfunction? What does that mean?” he positively fizzed with fear.
The flight attendants tried to calm him down, to no avail. They basically gave up and said they’d report his misgivings to the Captain.
I motioned over to my personal flight attendant, Luna, and asked if I could be of service.
“Oh, Doctor Rock”, she smiled at me, “If you could speak with him. You are so calm, and he is…”
“Losing his bloody mind”, I chuckled as I finished her sentence for her. “Of course, I’ll take a stab at it.”
So, I grab my drink and ease over to my Business Class partner and introduce myself.
“Hey, pal. How’s it going? I’m Dr. Rock, gentleman, scholar, and connoisseur of cigars and things alcoholic. You doing OK?”
He looks at me with an ashen face and his eyes the size of bloodshot dinner plates.
“Yeah. I’m Todd Schotts. I’m flying to Japan for business.” He mumbles
“No surprise there,” I reply calmly and take a slug of my drink.
“But now we’re all going to die. The plane is busted and we’ll crash…” he started off again.
“So, Todd is it? Good. You drink?” I asked.
“Yeah?”, he stammered back.
I asked Luna to make us a fresh batch of my eponymous cocktails.
“OK, Todd, listen up”, I began after the drinks were served, “I have flown literally millions of miles over the last 4 decades. On Aeroflot when it was still the USSR. On TACA (Take A Chance Airways), on Chalk’s in the Caribbean, on Bob’s Verrifast Plane Company in Rhodesia, on regional carriers that don’t even exist anymore. All over the world. Had some bad experiences flying, and me ol’ mugger, this ain’t one of them. This is nothing more than the glitch for this mission.”
I chuckled lightly and complimented Luna on a fantastic drink.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah…but we have to land and check out some lights…” Todd squealed.
“Well now, Todd. It would be rather difficult to do any external assessment while in flight, don’t you agree?” I asked.
“But we’re diverting. We have to land and that adds more risk. We’re going to crash and die!” he was coming more and more unglued.
“I will bet you every cent you have on your person and home bank accounts that that will not happen”, I chuckled.
That took him by surprise. At least it shut him up for a while.
“Look, Todd. This is Boeing’s latest model. They have the most incredible safety record. And if a little clear air turbulence were to be knocking planes out of the sky, don’t you think we’d hear about it as the press went berserk?” I asked.
“But they don’t know what the lights mean! What if one of the engines’s out? How far can we fly on one engine?” Todd stuttered.
Having my fill of a supposedly grown man with inane childlike fears, I calmly replied,
“All the way to the crash site.”
He went white.
“...hope we hit something hard. I don’t want to limp away from this.”
He went limp.
Then I went to my seat and motioned for Luna to prepare a reload.
Of course, 45 minutes later, we land without incident at Daniel K. Inouye International Airport, Honolulu Hawaii.
We were told to just wait around until they figure out what the problem if any, was.
They had officials waiting at the end of the jetway to check our COVID status and passports before they let us loose in the terminal.
I asked Luna if she knew this airport. She noted that she did.
“Is there a JAL hospitality room here at this airport? I asked.
“Yes, Doctor. It’s the Sakura Lounge. It is located on the third level above The Local, Terminal 2.” She replied.
“Please notify whoever needs to know that that’s where I’ll be for the duration”, I smiled and handed her my business card. “See you soon, I hope.”
“Oh, Dr. Rock”, she replied, “I am sure it is nothing much. We’ll be back in the air within mere hours.”
“Well then”, I smiled, “Guess I’d better get ready to hoof it to the lounge.”
“Oh, Doctor Rock”, she smiled, “No rush. I will call for you a courtesy cart. You are injured, you are Business, you are priority.”
“I love that Asian efficiency.” I smiled back and toddled down the jetway.
At the terminus of the jetway, I show my COVID-clear papers, dates and times of my Anti-Virus vaccine administrations, the letter from Virginia clearing me of all detention, and my red Russian diplomatic passport.
While in the cart, whizzing our way to the JAL lounge, the driver said “Man! You must be some kind of VIP. You were through that welcoming committee in less than two minutes!”
“Me? Nah!”, I chuckled, “Just an old phart of a geologist that they didn’t want to mess with. Not on such a bright, sunny day as this.”
“I see you’re not wearing a mask.” The driver quipped.
“Very observant. There are reasons for that.” I replied.
He careens around a corner and if this were a normal pre-Covid day, I’m certain we’d have killed hundreds. However, the airport, as I’ve come to grow accustomed to, was virtually deserted.
“Yeah? Like what?” he asks.
“Well, Scooter, 1. I have an active and hardworking immune system that I let off the chain every once in a while for exercise. Got to let it know what it’s up against, right? 2. I’ve had all my shots and some that were experimental. They seem to have worked. And 3. I find it difficult to drink and smoke cigars while wearing a mask. However, if you’d prefer, I will mask up. No problem, though it still is optional.”
“Nah, man”, he said, “I was just wondering if you were one of those religious idiots or conspiracy nuts.”
Nope”, I smiled back, “Just another geologist out in the world plying his trade for cash. Y’know, whorin’ around for money.”
He laughs aloud as we skid to a stop right in front of Lounge.
I slip the guy a $20 and ask if he’d listen for the JAL flight I was just on. If we’re going on ahead today, I’d need him to scoot by and putt-putt me back to the plane.
He laughs and pockets the $20 as quick as a mink ruts.
“No worries. I’ll just hang around this area. I hear anything about the flight, I’ll come and let you know.” He grins.
“Good man”, I say, as I hand him my card. “I’m Dr. Rocknocker. Call me Rock”.
“And I’m Kapula Mano, call me Kap” he replies.
“Good man”, I say again, “Hope to see you in a while.”
He grins, floors his electric cart, and peels out at speeds approaching 4.5 MPH.
I wander into the lounge, show my credentials, and am escorted to a post up on Mahogany Ridge.
The bar is very quiet. Besides the bartender, I can’t see anyone else in the darkened and Smooth Jazz-infused drinking emporium.
I order a local drink, a Mai Tai, just for the experience and something a bit different.
It’s served in a goldfish bowl on a stem, bedecked with a slice of lime, a sprig of mint, a stick of sugar cane, a polychromatic orchid, and the obligate paper umbrella.
“Ah. Mai Tai. I will enjoy it.” I said to no one in particular.
One was enough, and I decided to go back to the old standard. Once I explained to the bartender what that was, he made them heroic and enthusiastically.
I’m reading up on a random dossier, making notes in a new file, and puffing away on a Fuentes Onyx double Maduro Churchill cigar.
I hear a slight cough coming from my right, and this here lovely lady, she sat to my immediate starboard and looked at me semi-quizzically.
Not in the mood for shenanigans of any stripe, I give her the obligate Baja Canada nod and tilt of the drink. I return to my dossiers and continue to read and take notes.
“Excuse me!” I hear.
Fearing the worst, either the woman is Karen-oid anti-smoking or a religious fruit-and-nutburger, I slowly turn to face her and reply, somewhat glacially, I have to admit.
“What?”
“That cigar…”
“Here we go…” I mutter, eyes rolling northward.
“Smells exquisite. Could you tell me the brand? My husband would enjoy some like that.” She notes.
Instantly my demeanor switches 1800.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s an Arturo Fuentes Onyx. Churchill size, or 60 ring x 7” length, double Maduro. Here, take one for your husband. I have an ample supply.” I smile.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t. Could I?” she asks.
“Please. I insist.” I smile the best I could given the circumstances.
“Thank you. You’re too kind…umm…Mr….?”
“Doctor. Doctor Rocknocker. World traveler, oilman, and international ambassador of amity, good drinks, and fine cigars. Call me Rock” I said.
“Oh! A Doctor?” she brightens.
“Yes, of Petroleum Geology and Engineering. Not medicine.” I chuckle.
She chuckles back.
“And I am Hella Aaberg”, as she offers her hand for a quick shake.
“Interesting name, Hella. Scandinavian or Old German heritage?” I ask.
“On my father’s side. He’s Finnish.” She replies.
“But I’ll wager your mother is not Scandinavian, correct?” I ask.
“She was from Truk, an island…”
“In the South Pacific, Micronesia. Was she from Weno city?” I asked.
“Why yes. How could you possibly know that?” she asked.
“Oh, I’ve been there. Great diving amongst the WWII wrecks. I think it’s actually called ‘Chuuk Lagoon’ or something like that now.” I said.
“That’s right! Amazing. Where else have you been?” she asked.
“Anywhere there’s oil, strife, booze, cigars, heavy explosives and typically long distances from whatever most normal people call civilization,” I replied with a chuckle.
Suddenly, I hear a voice booming out behind me.
“Why don’t you save that rapier-like wit for those musky-fuckers back home, Rocko?”
My expression changes. My eyes pop fully wide open.
“Hella?” I asked.
“Yes?”
“May I ask you a favor?”
“You can ask…”
“Thank you. Now, looking over my shoulder, is there a hulking goon of a person, thin up top, paunchy halfway down with the most ridiculously tiny sized shoes you’ve ever seen for a so-called grown man?” I ask.
“Yes. Yes, there is.” She replies.
“I thought so. Many thanks.”
I spin and launch off my barstool and grab Toivo by the hand. He hadn’t seen my left-hand Thagomizer yet.
“Toivo! You old sumbitch. What the flying fennec fox fuck are you, of all people, doing in Hawaii?” I laughed.
“Just keeping an eye on you, Rock!” he laughed equally as loud.
“No, fucking-A, seriously. What the actual fuck? What are you doing in this actual nice place?” I asked.
“Just headed to Tokyo to conduct a bit of service company business. I walked into the lounge and smelled a foul cigar. I figured it can’t be the venerable Dr. Rocknocker. He’s back at some school up north terrorizing geology and engineering grads and undergrads.” Toivo laughed.
“But there I was. Surprise!”, I laughed and pumped his hand.
“What the fuck, Rock. Now what did you do?” he asks, referring to my Ankylosaur tail club left hand.
“Ah, fuck. Long story. Oh, pardon me. Toivo, this is Hella. We were just talking about the South Seas Islands.” I said.
“Planning on running off together?” Toivo laughs, to the amusement of neither party.
“Oh, and this idiot is Toivo, a man with a congenital foot-in-mouth disorder. He’s mostly harmless.” I noted to Hella.
Greetings were shared all around. Hella made some small excuses and said she needed to depart. I gave her another cigar for her husband, shook her hand, and wished her well.
“Here’s my business card. If your husband has any questions, have him drop me a line.” I noted.
Hella smiled beautifully. She said she would. Then she thanked me shook our hands, and like that, there she was, gone.
“Well Toivo, you old bastard. Don't just stand there in the doorway like some lonesome goddamn mouse shit sheepherder, get your ass over here and have a drink.” I motioned over to my perch on Mahogany Ridge.
“Don’t mind if I do”, he says as he deftly winds his way to a seat to my left, snagging a cigar out of my pocket on the way over.
“You might want these”, I say in an exasperated tone, and hand him my gold Dunhill Hobnail lighter and V-cutter gizmo.
He cuts and fires up his heater.
“What you drinkin’, Rock”, he asks.
“Anything with alcohol, as usual. You know that Toiv.” I reply.
“No. I mean right now.” He clarifies.
“Well, I had a Mai Tai. Very nice if you like fruity, flowery drinks. It’s the locals’ favorite.” I reply.
“Sounds good. I’ll have several. And you?” Toivo asks.
“My usual. The bartender is already apprised of the situation.” I reply.
Toivo smiles the smile of one knowing his sobriety is going to be taken out for a swim. Hell, taken out and tossed into the deep end.
Toivo and I sit there, swapping lies, smoking cigars and sipping at our toddies.
Hell, Toivo was slurping them like a sump-pump during an extra-wet summer.
We chattered about family, work, whether or not Tokyo was going to host the Olympics or if the COVID-boogie man scared everyone off.
Toivo, always one afflicted with TB (“Tiny Bladder”) got up to go to the loo for the third time that hour. He left his pocket organizer on the bar and I swear on a stack of Origins of Species, I didn’t touch it.
I reached over to his vacated seat to retrieve my cigar lighter when I looked down and saw in his organizer a tab that reads “Rack & Ruin”.
“Oh. No. Fucking. Way.” I recoiled as I’d just reached out and petted a 6-foot hungover scorpion.
“One of my best friends? Secretly allied with the Agency? No. Not possible.” I drained my drink and called for another.
“No. No. No. It can’t be. No. No fucking way…” as doubt began to dissolve when I thought back to all those times I had just ‘run into’ Toivo.
“But he’s oil patch as well. That could be chalked up to coincidence.” I ruminated quizzically in my brain.
I quickly reflected back on J.M. Darhower: “Yes, you see, there’s no such thing as coincidence. There are no accidents in life. Everything that happens is the result of a calculated move that leads us to where we are.”
She may be the author of the execrable New Adult Sempre series, which Esme likes and I loathe, but she might just be right on this occasion.
Toivo return, lighter in the bladder and good sense. He never even noticed he’d left his organizer out in broad bar light for all to see.
“So, Toivo, when’s your flight?” I ask.
“Oh, man. Was I lucky. The JAL flight to Tokyo from Los Angeles had mechanical trouble and had to divert here. I got a ticket on the plane for that flight, when it continues.
“You mean ‘if it continues’,” I replied.
“Yeah. Yeah. That’s what I meant. Hey! Was that your flight?” he asks innocently. He’s really innocent of fieldcraft.
I decide to have some fun at my old friend’s expense.
“Yep. Hit some CAT (Clear Air Turbulence) and the JAL pilots reported some lighting problem. No apparent ruin to any of the systems. They relay racked their brains to figure it out, but they couldn’t that’s why I here.” I said, waiting for the words to swim upstream in Toivo’s coconut and make some sort of connection.
“Yeah. Double lucky. No problem with the plane and I get to go to Japan early.” Toivo crookedly grins.
“So, no trouble with the plane? Then why haven’t I heard that the flight’s going to resume?” I asked as I pushed a fresh, seriously strong drink to Toivo.
“Oh, must have heard it in the john.” Toivo countered and tried to cover his tracks by taking a huge gulp of his drink and damn near dying coughing.
I pound on Toivo’s back.
“Heimlich time?” I ask.
Toivo signals ‘no’.
“Jesus Christ, Rock. What was that?” he asks.
“Just my usual”, I innocently replied.
“Holy fuck. No wonder you have the reputation of…” Toivo realizes too late that he’s said too much.
“Yeah. They can rack you out. Really ruin a person if they’re not careful.” I reply icily.
“Why, Rock. Whatever do you mean?” Toivo slurred as he realized he’s been caught out.
“The jig is up, you turncoat. You know Agents Rack and Ruin from the agency. Right? You keeping tabs on me for them? You Quisling! You Benedict Arnold!” I almost was on the verge of losing my cool.
“It was nothing. They approached me years ago as I kept being mentioned in your reports. They asked me for some information. One thing leads to another…” Toivo was ready for an Ankylosaur tail club swat to the bean.
“Oh, put your fucking hands down, you asshole.” I smiled and chuckled.
“You’re not mad?” Toivo slurred badly. I had the bartender make him another special drink.
“No, Toivo. Not mad. Just disappointed.” I said, smiling like a Komodo Dragon just finishing up a fortnight-old wildebeest.
Toivo sat there and puzzled and puzzled until his puzzler was sore.
“You’re not going to kill me or anything rude like that?” Toivo asked, half-assedly trying to inject humor into the proceedings.
“Nah. The paperwork’s too ridiculous for me to do another liberation. But, Jesus Fucking Christwagons, Toivo; you could have mentioned it to me. Fuck, I thought we were friends to the end?” I said, dejectedly.
I was really getting through to Toivo. I could tell he was loaded; feeling like shit and massively deplorable.
Great fieldcraft, indeed.
I told him things “are what they are” and that I won’t blow his cover nor his honorarium.
He began to feel better. I often wonder if he was serious about the sanctioning thing.
Then I delivered the strategic missile strike.
“Just remember, Toivo. I wrote your dossier for the Company…”
He swivels to look at me.
“And one for the KGB. Olga says ‘howdy’.” I grin evilly.
Toivo short-circuited at that. Russia is his company’s bread and butter. Now he has the KGB as well as his best buddy looking over his shoulder at every move.
I bought him a few more drinks and continued to needle him about his ’leading a double life’. He was well and truly fuckered when the electric tap-tap driver from before came looking for me to whisk me back to the plane.
Seems it was simply some knocked-out wires on the plane, or slammed bulbs that were generating a false positive, indicating something other than the system that alerts one to something haywire went haywire.
Toivo was pretty much down for the count. I got him sober enough to hand them his ticket and ensure that he was really supposed to be on this flight. Thing was; h e was in Economy, and I was, as always, in Business.
I spoke to Luna, and the plane was going to be even less crowded than previously because some folks could or wouldn’t wait, or didn’t want to go on with the rest of the trip on a ‘damaged’ aircraft, or were just stupid and superstitious.
“Luna, could I pay for the difference between Business and Economy for my less than 100% conscious friend here? He’s had a rough day.” I asked.
“Dr. Rock. Just put him into Business. No one will be the wiser. Luna says so.” As she gave us a grand smile.
“Luna, I owe you. Thanks so much.” I said.
“Now get on board. Your friend looks like he needs all the downtime he can get.”
“Yes, ma’am!” I said and saluted here be best I could which dragging a schnozzled Toivo down the jetway.
I dumped Toivo in a window seat well away from my seat. I know Toivo. He snores like a semi-load of live hogs rocketing downhill locking up the brakes at 88 MPH.
Surprise! There was no one else in Business. Luna looked at me, at Toivo, and gave me a thumbs up.
Whatever I can write to further her career at JAL, she’ll have it before I deplane.
We finally get everyone settled, and with Captain Kangaroo at the helm, we bounced gracelessly off the tarmac, into the warm, tropical Hawaiian air, finally headed for the Land of the Rising Sun.
Toivo was snoring like a chainsaw hitting rusty nails as I worked on the various letters, communiques, and dossiers which needed updating before we reached touchdown. I gave Luna a thick letter with instructions not to open it until we were on the ground and Toivo and I were well off and away into the terminal.
We left Hawaii at 1300 hours, so we should arrive at Tokyo Nareda around 4:00 pm, the previous day. I was so bereft of time and time zones, I couldn’t figure out what time it really was, as judged by my biometric rhythms, so I asked Luna for a stiff drink as I was kicking off my boots and going to attempt to get some kip.
She brought me another liter or so eponymous drink. I was sawing logs by the time I slurped the last swig of that nifty drink.
Suddenly, or later, I have no idea really, some loudmouth drunk asshole from way-the-fuck-back in economy-land toward the ass end of the plane staggered into Business demanding free drinks.
Luna was nothing but civil, and asked him to both shut up and return to his seat. His air cabin hostess, or whatever the fuck they’re calling them these days, will attend to his needs.
“Naw they won’t! They want me to pay for more drinks! I’m broke but I demand more booze! You fucking owe me.” railed the asshole. “I sat at the bar in Hawaii for four hours. Them fuckers charged me an arm and a leg!”
“No, they don’t owe you shit”, I said in a voice that unmistakably loud and clear.
“Fuck you, old man! You stay the fuck out of this!” he bellowed. “Shut up or I’ll do ya’!”
“’Old man’? ‘Do me’? Excuse me. Luna, may I have a word alone with this individual?” I asked sweetly.
Luna shook her head in the affirmative, and I stood up to confront this flagrant asshole.
“Now look, Scooter. You have gone way, way over the fucking line. You are loud. You are abusive. You are obnoxious. And you stink. Plus you insulted a person who is just barely containing his righteous wrath right now. So, I’m giving you one and one only chance to shut up, sit back down before your body spontaneously develops all sort of bruises, contusions, broken bones, and unconsciousness.” I said calmly, evenly, and threateningly.
“What da’ fuck you think you’re going to do…old man?” he screeched, trying to inflate himself into full mammalian threat posture, all 5’ 9” of it.
He didn’t notice Toivo walking up quietly behind him, as Toivo was returning from the head, quiet as a moose.
“Well, Scooter, I am an Air Marshall. Duly appointed, fully trained, and properly pissed off. Right now, I can arrest you, physically detain you, turn this flight around and take you to the Hawaiian police, at your cost for the inconvenience of the entire flight. Or I could arrest you, physically detain you, and turn you over to the Japanese authorities when we land. It’s really your choice. Choose wisely.”
To be continued…⇝
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I work at a crooked casino. You don't gamble with money here.
Hi, everybody. My name is Sid, and I’m an addict.
It took me a long time to accept that. But when you take a job in a casino just so that you can be there all the time and try to gain an edge, you’re an addict. It’s obvious even to me. More so to my family and friends, who I barely see anymore.
It’s not pills or coke, booze or heroin that I’m hooked on. I’m addicted to gambling.
The casino that made me so obsessed is not an ordinary one, though. It’s far from ordinary.
You don’t play for money at Fantasy Casino. You play for your dreams.
I hear you laughing.
But have you ever had a really, really great dream? One that got so good you snapped awake the second it started to get really excellent?
Well, imagine that times a thousand. Times a million.
A dream so real and so perfect that all of your fantasies become reality. Time stretches out. You feel like you are there forever. A lifetime passes before your return.
Infinite wealth, the ability to fly like superman, you’re surrounded by sex and beautiful people all day as you relax in a palace built to your mind’s most exacting specifications of perfection.
But then you wake up, and in an instant it is gone.
The power, the wealth, the endless sex and supernatural powers.
Everything is suddenly NORMAL again.
And so you go back to the casino.
I went back to the casino.
But the problem with gambling is that you don’t always win. And when you lose, suddenly the winnings are gone as well, vanished without a trace. All I knew was that I had to have that feeling again.
So I went inside the giant building and then followed the secret signs which led to a door that led to a staircase going downwards.
I went down the stairs and knocked on the door marked “Private” and waited for an answer.
“Password.”
The voice on the other side of the black door waited for my response.
“Seramth Gin.” I said the unnatural words carefully and deliberately, still not knowing their meaning.
A friend had told me the password, a fellow gambler who I would later find dead in his apartment. His corpse white, bloated, and maggot-infested.
His eyes were black and filled with blood which streamed from his eye sockets like tears. He had bit his tongue clean off and his fingernails were found lodged in various surfaces throughout his apartment. Like he had been trying to claw his way out of a steel box that only he could see.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. That was later. At this point I was still hopeful for another wonderful dream. Still thankful for his advice to seek out the place.
The door opened and I walked inside. It was the same as it had been the day before, only less busy at this time – still early afternoon.
I approached the table I had been sitting at the night before.
Poker – Texas Hold ‘em: Ten dream limit – the sign read.
The rules were simple. You got a stack of chips. If you doubled them, you received a dream. If you lost them, you lost a dream.
I wasn’t concerned about losing dreams yet, I still didn’t understand exactly what that meant.
When I lost my first stack of chips, I quickly bought in again. And again. And again.
Pretty soon I realized I had lost eight dreams with no winnings whatsoever. I was in a slump. A losing streak.
I decided to go home and count my losses. Literally, since I had no idea what that even meant.
As I got up to leave the table, the dealer looked at me. His eyes were remorseless and cold.
“See the cashier on your way out,” he said, handing me eight black chips.
I gulped and walked over to the glass window where the cashier sat waiting. Handing him the eight chips, he raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.
“That’s a shame. Hold out your hand please.”
Two men in black suits came up behind me suddenly and stood on either side of me, intimidating in their stature and demeanour.
I did as he asked and held out my hand with the palm facing up.
The cashier pulled out a strange-looking device from beneath the counter. It had a vial of vermillion-coloured liquid at the top that was attached to the rest of it which resembled a gun with a hypodermic needle at the end.
I screamed and tried to pull away, but the two men grabbed me and held my arm through the window. Thrashing and elbowing them, I tried to get away but it was useless.
The cashier injected the stuff into my veins quickly and it felt cold and slimy going through my system. I could feel it suddenly in my heart, turning it cold and then up into my mind and my lungs and all extremities causing me to shake and violently seize. I writhed on the floor, blood pouring from my ears and my eyes.
Finally the feeling settled down into a numbness that prickled the insides of my blood vessels. It wasn’t until later, once I realized what the casino really was, that I found out what they had done.
I went home with the certainty that they had injected me with something. If winning had resulted in the greatest dream I had ever had – essentially an almost never-ending fantasy – what would happen after a loss?
Nightmares. That was what it would be. I was sure of it.
I settled into bed that night and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly after such an emotionally exhausting afternoon.
As soon as my eyes closed, they opened again and it was morning.
It felt as if I had not slept at all. My mind was fuzzy and it was difficult to focus. My eyes wanted to close again but my alarm was telling me that it was time to get up for work, so I hit the “dismiss” button and hopped in the shower.
I threw on my clothes and went out the door. At work I noticed a few people looking at me strangely, but I didn’t realize until someone pointed it out to me that my shirt was on inside-out. At this point I was still working in an office doing commodities trading and such lapses were frowned upon.
If you couldn’t focus enough to put your shirt on properly in the morning, how could you focus enough to get the work done in such a demanding environment? Millions of dollars changing hands with each transaction meant that such trivial things were put under a magnifying glass and coupled with other subsequent mistakes each following day after that, I found myself in the boss’s office by the end of the week being handed my walking papers.
Desperate for rest after days of not feeling any benefit from sleep, I went back to the casino.
They knew just by looking at me how to dig their claws in further. After a couple hours I had managed to win myself a dream.
They handed me the complimentary cocktail as they had the time before. I hadn’t realized the significance of it and still didn’t, despite the unusual vermillion colour of the drink. I swallowed it in one gulp and went out the door practically dancing and clicking my heels, ready to go home and feel rested again.
My dream that night was wonderful. Everything I had hoped for in many ways.
But not as good as the first time. I wanted that feeling back again.
Knowing that it was a dream the whole time and realizing that it was going to end seemed to shorten the fantasy, made it seem hollow and manufactured.
If I could win again maybe it would be like that first time, I thought.
The casino drew me in again and again. I found myself a zombie most days, exhausted, at my wit’s end. Ready to call it quits for good and say goodbye.
But then I would win again and it would all seem to be alright for a while.
My debt kept growing and growing with nearly every trip. The hypodermic needle would be plunged into my skin and every time they had to hold me down. Every time I would feel a little more empty. A little more hollow.
Waking up every day began to feel the same. Nothing had definition or purpose.
“You’re here all the time,” one of the goons whispered to me as they shot the needle into my vein the time after that. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? You should just get a job here and then at least you’ll be in on the secret.”
I applied the next day and got an interview with the boss. I would find out later that if you got someone to apply there you got a one dream bonus.
In his office, the well-dressed man was sitting behind a massive polished ebony desk. The room was adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other high-priced artwork. He had photos everywhere of himself shaking hands with world leaders, new and old, for hundreds of years.
His face never changed. Never aged.
“So, you want to work with us? Tired of dreamless nights without end? You want to have some relief, is that it?”
“Yes. Please. Anything. I’ve been coming here for so long and it’s an endless cycle. I want back what I’ve lost but I keep finding myself more and more in debt with each visit.”
“Ah, so do you understand it now, then? What the ‘injections’ are?”
It finally dawned on me, sitting there. Not injections at all. They weren’t putting something in us. They were taking something out. The vermillion-coloured liquid in the vials – our dreams.
“If I take a job with you, will the same rules apply? Will they still take my sleep, my rest, every time I lose?”
“Yes. We can’t have the employees living by different rules than everyone else. But we will give you an alternative injection, so that you feel well-rested when you come in for your shift.”
“I’ll do it. I need to rest. I need to get some meaningful sleep. My life has been miserable ever since coming here.”
“Well, I can’t promise that this will help,” he said, getting up from his desk with a hypodermic gun in his hand. The vial of fluid sitting atop this one was jet-black and looked evil and poisonous. He rolled up his sleeves as he primed it and I watched a few beads of it drip oil-like out of the tip of the needle.
“What the hell is that!? I don’t want that stuff in me!”
“But you need to sleep, my dear worker. I can’t have you passing out at the blackjack table like a narcoleptic! You agreed to this, after all. You wanted to rest, and the only way for that to happen is for you to have SOME sort of dream. Not everyone is as lucky as you, you know. To have that wonderful vermillion fluid in your veins. Some people come to us begging to take it from them. Some of our employees for example, the ones who do the recruitment for us, are full of this black stuff.”
“What?” I had gotten up from the chair and was backing away from him towards the door. But I found it was locked as he approached.
“First you have to tell me the password, Sid.”
“Seramth Gin.” I said the words that I had said every time to gain access to the casino, only this time I pictured the letters and rearranged them in my mind.
“Nightmares.”
He smiled as he injected me with the vial of black hate, and it went into my veins feeling hot and unpleasant. I began to sweat and the beads of it turned cold on my skin as I shivered.
I’ll sleep tonight. I might even wake up feeling rested. But as long as I live and work at that casino, I’ll be afraid to dream again. Because now my unconscious hours are occupied by the most terrifying experiences imaginable. Nightmares beyond imagining in their awfulness. That is my fate.
Unless… Just maybe, I can win one more time.
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NBA Owners' net worth (Dan Gilbert's net worth rose from $7.5 billion to $45.3 billion this year)
...
After his company went public. I had to include that in the title. Maybe now he won't be such a cheap bastard with his GMs. I had no idea Gilbert was now the second richest owner in the league.
Which made me wonder what other owners are worth (the title of this post was almost "why is Tilman Fertitta such a cheap bastard while
Joe Lacob spends money like he thinks the shit's gonna rot?").
Which brings us to
this handy Forbes list from March:
1. Steve Ballmer (Los Angeles Clippers): $51.4 billion
Ballmer scored a huge win this week for his dream of building a new arena. He bought the Forum for $400 million from the Madison Square Garden Company, which tried to block a new Clippers arena near the Forum in Inglewood, California.
2. Philip Anschutz (Los Angeles Lakers): $11.2 billion
Anschutz owns one-third of the Lakers, plus the arena in which they play, the Staples Center, in addition to the NHL’s Kings.
\For those wondering, it's hard to find a reliable source on Jeanie's net worth but according to unreliable sources it's in the ballpark of $500 million*
3. Stanley Kroenke (Denver Nuggets): $10 billion
The real estate and sports mogul owns teams in the NBA, the NHL, the NFL, MLS and the Premier League.
4. Joseph Tsai (Brooklyn Nets): $9.9 billion
The cofounder of Alibaba Group completed his purchase of the Nets last year for $2.3 billion and bought the Barclays Center for an additional $1 billion.
5. Robert Pera (Memphis Grizzlies): $7.1 billion
Pera owns nearly three-quarters of wireless equipment maker Ubiquiti Networks. He was the lead investor in the Grizzlies purchase in 2012.
6. Daniel Gilbert (Cleveland Cavaliers): $6.2 billion
Gilbert made his first fortune from Quicken Loans, the largest online mortgage lender, which he cofounded in 1985 at 22 years old.
*List is from March, before the IPO 7. Tom Gores (Detroit Pistons): $5.7 billion
Gores and his brother Alec are both private equity billionaires. The Pistons opened a new $90 million headquarters and training facility in September.
8. Micky Arison (Miami Heat): $5.3 billion
Arison’s net worth plummeted 33% over the past six weeks with the collapse in the stock price of Carnival Corp. The world’s largest cruise ship operator was founded by Arison’s father in 1972.
9. Tilman Fertitta (Houston Rockets): $4.4 billion
Fertitta furloughed roughly 40,000 employees at his casino and restaurant empire to curb the economic impact caused by coronavirus-induced shutdowns. His fortune is derived from his ownership of the Golden Nugget Casinos and Landry’s, a Texas-based restaurant and entertainment company.
10. Mark Cuban (Dallas Mavericks): $4.3 billion
Cuban was one of the first sports team owners to commit to paying hourly arena workers for games missed during the coronavirus crisis. He’s invested more than $20 million as a “shark” on ABC’s popular
Shark Tank show.
11. Joshua Harris (Philadelphia 76ers): $3.7 billion
Harris cofounded private equity powerhouse Apollo Global Management in 1990 with fellow billionaires Leon Black and Marc Rowan. He remains a managing director there.
12. Gayle Benson (New Orleans Pelicans): $3.2 billion
Benson inherited the Pelicans and the NFL’s Saints when her husband, Tom, died in 2018.
13. Glen Taylor (Minnesota Timberwolves): $2.8 billion
His printing firm, Taylor Corp., generates more than $2 billion in revenue annually. Taylor also owns stakes in Minnesota’s MLS and WNBA teams.
14. Herb Simon (Indiana Pacers): $2.6 billion
The real estate mogul bought the Pacers with his since-deceased brother, Melvin, in 1983, for $10.5 million. Simon Property Group is one of the world’s largest real estate investment trusts, with 206 properties in the U.S.
15. Antony Ressler (Atlanta Hawks): $2.4 billion
Ressler cofounded private equity firm Ares Management in 1997. He owns a small piece of the Milwaukee Brewers, in addition to his controlling stake in the Hawks.
16. Michael Jordan (Charlotte Hornets): $2.1 billion
The NBA’s GOAT sold a minority stake in the Hornets in September in a deal that valued the team at $1.5 billion. Nike pays Jordan more than $100 million annuallybased on growing sales for the company’s Jordan Brand.
17. Marc Lasry (Milwaukee Bucks): $1.8 billion
Lasry, a hedge fund titan, joined Wes Edens to buy the Bucks in 2014 for $550 million. He was born in Morocco and moved to the U.S. at age 7 with his family.
18. Gail Miller (Utah Jazz): $1.7 billion
Miller transferred ownership of the Jazz in 2017 to a family legacy trust to deter her heirs from selling or moving the team. Gail and her since-deceased husband, Larry, bought the team for $22 million in 1986.
19. Jerry Reinsdorf (Chicago Bulls): $1.5 billion
Reinsdorf led a group of investors who bought a controlling stake in the Bulls for $9.2 million in 1985. Good timing. It was one year after the team drafted Michael Jordan, who led the Bulls to six NBA titles. The team is now worth $3.2 billion.
20. Theodore Leonsis (Washington Wizards): $1.4 billion
Leonsis initially built his fortune as a senior executive at AOL, before investing in sports teams like the Wizards and the NHL’s Capitals.
*Not included on the list but googled for your edification: DeVos Family (Magic): $5.4 billion
James Dolan (Knicks): $2 billion
Joe Lacob (Warriors): $1.2 billion
Vivek Randive (Kings): $700 million
Robert Sarver (Suns): $400 million
Jody Allen (Trail Blazers): The sister of Microsoft cofounder, Paul G. Allen, took control of the team after his death. At the time her brother was worth $20 billion though he intended to give most of his fortune away...
Boston Basketball Partners LLC (Celtics): An American local private investment group formed to purchase the Boston Celtics
Maple Leaf Sports & Entertainment (Raptors): The Raptors are a subsidiary of MLSE
The Professional Basketball Club, LLC (Thunder): A group of OKC businessmen "who represent a wide variety of local and national business interests" owns the Thunder
Spurs Sports & Entertainment LLC (Spurs): An American sports & entertainment organization, based in San Antonio, Texas owns the San Antonio Spurs
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Craps at Rivers (Des Plaines, IL) - Tuesday 1/26
Background
IL casinos reopened last week. Drove down (about a 45 minute drive) this past Saturday only to find out that they were limiting how many people were in the casino and there was a 30+ minute wait (in the cold) so we decided to cut our losses and return home. I was bummed but my wife already wasn't excited about going to rivers. She prefers Potawatomi (Milwaukee) but they have removed all tables..hence my desire to go to Rivers (they do have 3 bubble machines at Potawatomi but not the same to me).
Because my wife wasn't too excited about going to Rivers, I knew my time might be short. I was hoping she would have a good day on the slots so I could play a while....but I also didn't want to push it too much as I'm hoping to go back down again and didn't want her annoyed waiting for me while I'm having fun.
The Casino
We had a snow storm come through the area on Tuesday and work was slow so we decided to try Rivers again Tuesday afternoon. The place was busy but not crazy and they had a lot of tables running. From a craps perspective, I counted 5 tables (one $5, three $10, and a $15). 3 to a side. One thing that surprised me is they were apparently short 'boxmen' as I only counted two and they were bouncing between tables, primarily handling cash and coloring up. My dealer took my cash and gave me chips without a boxman at the table. The table I joined ($5) was full but there was at least one $10 table with only one guy at it when I left.
As far as other table games go, Blackjack had $10 & $15 tables I saw and Ultimate Texas Hold'em had $5 and $15 tables. I'm sure there were other games being run but those are my jam so that is what I noted.
My short time playing Craps
I must have pulled up at the right time as a spot was open at the $5 table. Point was either 8 or 9 so I waited to join. They had just hit all the small and were one away from all the tall (I believe the 9). The guy to my left played a heavy lay bet as he had $10 on the all. The next roll hit the point and the roll after got them all...I believe a roll or two after 7'd out. I got in after the point was hit and ended up losing a little of my starting ($300) bankroll. I was playing the line with heavy odds (100x at rivers).
After that the dice made a fairly quick pass around the table. I rolled poorly in my first time rolling. Going into the casino, I assumed they would only have $15 tables so I wanted to try placing a $30 6/8 and then lowering it to table minimum after the first hit. Since I was at a $5 table, I adjusted a bit to play the line with odds but still placed a $30 6/8 on some shooters. That didn't work too well my first time at bat. I believe by the time it came back to me, I was down to my final $100. I played a similar strategy. I usually only play ATS when I roll which I did ($5 minimum). I hit a couple 6/8's but was down so much that I abandoned my strategy of lowering my wages after the first hit (I came to play, right?). Ended up hitting all the small and only had a 9 left on the tall. The guy to my left again, played a heavy lay bet against the 9 but I took a chance....I should have followed his lead as the next roll was a 7,
At this point I was close to my starting bankroll (I believe the small paid $160). I played the line and the point started at an 8. I placed the 6 for $30 and $25 odds. What I didn't do was play ATS. I mean...what are the chances.....but the guy to my left was having a good day. He played $5/$15/$5 on the ATS I believe. By now you probably see where this is heading....all the small was again hit first (again)...I don't recall what the last number was on the tall but he did his heavy lay ($900 I think) but hit it for a $2000 plus payout.
I ended up with $450 after tipping. My wife was having horrible luck at the slots and wasn't 'in the mood' so we weren't even there an hour (that's right....1.5 hours driving round trip and less than an hour at the casino). It felt like I should have been up a lot more but points weren't actually hitting that much...I hit my place bets a few times and then I hit the small once. But it was fun to see my 'teammate' next to me go up probably $3k in the short time I was there....I don't even think he was playing much outside the line bet and the place bets I mentioned.
All in all...a fun time was had. Wish I could have played longer (of course) but leaving with a 50% profit and not annoying my wife too much is a win in my book. Now I just have to wait for my next trip to Michigan/Indiana (Four Winds/Bluechip) next month.
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Lost in the Sauce: Barr's DOJ shut down investigations of Trump and admin officials
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Post-election
On Saturday, Trump announced on Twitter that he has put his personal lawyer Rudy Giuliani in charge of his campaign's long-shot post-election legal challenges. Other people on the team include Joseph diGenova, Victoria Toensing, Sidney Powell, and Jenna Ellis.
- Giuliani worked with a Russian agent to smear Biden. diGenova and Toensing tried to get the Justice Department to drop charges against corrupt Ukraine oligarch Dmytro Firtash. Powell represents Michael Flynn and champions "deep state" conspiracies. Ellis said gay marriage leads to pedophilia.
NYT: Mr. Trump turned to Mr. Giuliani earlier on Friday in reaction to the latest setback he faced in court, this one relating to votes in Maricopa County, Arizona… A half-dozen other Trump advisers have described Mr. Giuliani’s efforts as counterproductive and said that he was giving the president unwarranted optimism about what could happen… In an Oval Office meeting with aides on Thursday, Mr. Trump put Mr. Giuliani on speakerphone so the others could hear him. He angrily accused the aides of not telling the president the truth
Giuliani’s conspiracy-riddled rant at Four Seasons Total Landscaping was so disastrous that it “scared off many of the lawyers” recruited to argue election-related lawsuits. Politico: “Campaign officials described the episode as disastrous...there are widespread concerns within Trumpworld and GOP circles that Giuliani’s antics are thwarting the president’s legal machinery from within.”
Two major law firms have withdrawn from Trump campaign cases as his legal challenges crumble. Arizona’s largest law firm Snell & Wilmer dumped the RNC and Trump campaign effort to challenge votes in Maricopa County. Porter Wright Morris & Arthur is abandoning Trump’s attempt to block Pennsylvania's popular vote for Joe Biden.
- In one day (Friday), nine cases meant to attack President-elect Joe Biden's win in key states were denied or dropped - seven in Pennsylvania, one in Arizona, and one in Michigan.
The new federal chief information security officer, Camilo Sandoval, has already taken leave from his day job to participate in a pro-Trump effort to hunt for evidence of voter fraud in the battleground states. The group, Voter Integrity Fund, is a newly formed Virginia-based group that is analyzing ballot data and cold-calling voters. Sandoval was officially appointed on Nov. 4, 2020, but lists his starting date at October on his personal LinkedIn page.
WaPo: Sandoval is part of a hastily convened team led by Matthew Braynard, a data specialist who worked on Trump’s 2016 campaign. Another participant is Thomas Baptiste, an adviser to the deputy secretary of the Interior Department who also took a leave to work on the project. Braynard said in an interview that several other government officials on leave are also assisting the effort, but he declined to identify them.
Media’s role:
- Facebook Cut Traffic To Leading Liberal Pages Just Before The Election: Liberal page administrators who spoke with BuzzFeed News said that their reach declined by as much as 70%, and still hasn’t recovered.
- Facebook Live Spread Election Conspiracies And Russian State-Controlled Content Despite Employee Fears: The social network’s live video tool has recommended videos featuring misinformation and the hyperpartisan views of Trump allies leading up to and following election day in the US.
- In the week after the election, Trump’s postings dominated Facebook, accounting for the 10 most engaged status updates in the United States, and 22 of the top 25. “I WON THIS ELECTION, BY A LOT!” was his top post.
- YouTube Is Doing Very Little to Stop Election Misinformation From Spreading
- Social media app Parler receives financial backing from conservative hedge-fund investor Robert Mercer and his daughter Rebekah, The Wall Street Journal reported. Parler turned into a kind of de facto home for conservatives’ protests against the election— including the persistent “Stop the Steal” campaign— after the race was called for former Vice President Joe Biden. Several high-profile conservative social media personalities encouraged people to abandon Twitter and Facebook because of their moderation policies, and instead follow them on Parler.
Transition
Emily Murphy, the head of the General Services Administration, still hasn’t signed the official letter that would allow the incoming Biden team to formally begin the transition. House Democrats are assessing options to force the GSA’s hand, which could include summoning Murphy to the Hill to testify or suing her. “Obviously, Congress could file suit against the GSA administrator for failing to do her duty. We could seek to get a court to, in fact, issue an order
Her ascertainment is the legally necessary precursor to the government’s assistance to the Biden-Harris Presidential Transition Team. It releases $6.3 million dollars to the team, which is funded by public and private money; a loan of expanded federal office space and equipment; access to government agencies that will begin sharing information and records about ongoing activities, plans and vulnerabilities; national security briefings for the president; and other support.
- The Office of the Director of National Intelligence recently confirmed that it is not providing national security briefings to the president-elect. The Defense Department has also reportedly indicated that it will not meet with the Biden-Harris transition team until Murphy formally affirms the apparent winner.
One of the officials fired in Trump’s latest purge was helping prepare for the transition to the new administration. USAID Deputy Administrator Bonnie Glick was removed abruptly to make way for a Trump loyalist after she had been supportive of transition planning, including the preparation of a 440-page manual for the next administration.
The GSA’s refusal to enact the transition has locked Biden’s team out of crucial Covid-19 pandemic data and government agency contacts. The president-elect’s Covid-19 task force has been trying to work around the federal government by connecting with governors and the health community.
- The head of Operation Warp Speed, Moncef Slaoui, called on the White House to allow contact with the Biden team, saying “It is a matter of life and death for thousands of people.”
White House’s Office of Management and Budget is considering 145 new regulations and other policy changes they could enact before Biden’s inauguration - rules that will be challenging to undo once they are finalized. Critics and supporters of the administration say they expect a final burst of regulations to be finalized in the weeks before Jan. 20.
The rules under development include policies that the incoming Biden administration would probably oppose, such as new caps on the length of foreign student visas; restrictions on the Environmental Protection Agency’s use of scientific research; limits on the EPA’s consideration of the benefits of regulating air pollutants; and a change that would make it easier for companies to treat workers as independent contractors, rather than employees with more robust wage protections.
Last week, both Secretary of State Mike Pompeo and White House trade adviser Peter Navarro said they’re preparing for a second Trump term. “There will be a smooth transition to a second Trump administration,” Pompeo said during a news conference Tuesday afternoon (clip). Pompeo then doubled down on Fox News (clip). “We are moving forward here at the White House under the assumption there will be a second Trump term,” Navarro said on Fox Business Friday (clip).
DOJ interference
Attorney General William Barr stopped career prosecutors in DOJ’s Public Integrity Section from investigating whether President Trump broke any laws related to his conduct with Ukraine last year. The section was initially given the green light to pursue “a potentially explosive inquiry” into Trump, but after the Senate acquitted the president during impeachment proceedings, Barr sent the case to the U.S. attorney’s office in Brooklyn.
Prosecutors in DOJ’s Public Integrity Section were also prevented from bringing charges against former interior secretary Ryan Zinke by political appointees atop the Justice Department. Deputy Attorney General Jeffrey Rosen told prosecutors that they needed to gather more evidence and refine the case against Zinke for lying to Interior investigators.
- The investigation into Zinke stemmed from his decision to block two Native American tribes—the Mashantucket Pequot and Mohegan—from opening a casino in Connecticut. Zinke’s office had been lobbied heavily by MGM Resorts International, which had been planning to open its own casino very close to where the tribes intended to break ground.
Sixteen assistant U.S. attorneys specially assigned to monitor malfeasance in the 2020 election urged Barr on Friday to rescind his memo allowing election-fraud investigations before results are certified. "It was developed and announced without consulting non-partisan career professionals in the field and at the Department. Finally, the timing of the Memorandum's release thrusts career prosecutors into partisan politics," the prosecutors wrote.
An internal Justice Department investigation found that federal prosecutors who oversaw a controversial non-prosecution deal with Jeffrey Epstein in 2008 exercised “poor judgment” but did not break the law. “They just say he used poor judgment, and that's their way of basically letting everyone off the hook while offering some sort of an olive branch to the victims that we acknowledge weren't treated perfectly,” said Brad Edwards, who sued the DOJ in 2008 on behalf of Epstein accusers.
Immigration news
Eastern District of New York Judge Nicholas Garaufis (Clinton-appointee) ruled that Chad Wolf was not legally serving as acting Homeland Security secretary when he signed rules limiting DACA program applications and renewals. Therefore, in a win for Dreamers and immigration activists, Garaufis said the changes were invalid.
The judge described an illegitimate shuffling of leadership chairs at the Department of Homeland Security, the agency responsible for immigration enforcement, for the predicament of Wolf's leadership and that of his predecessor, Kevin McAleenan.
"Based on the plain text of the operative order of succession," Garaufis wrote in the Saturday ruling, "neither Mr. McAleenan nor, in turn, Mr. Wolf, possessed statutory authority to serve as Acting Secretary. Therefore the Wolf Memorandum was not an exercise of legal authority."
- There's a renewed push to get Chad Wolf confirmed as Homeland Security secretary -- a position in which he's been serving in an acting capacity for a yearr -- before Inauguration Day. In the past week, Homeland Security officials spoke to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell's office about bringing the nomination to a floor vote in the coming weeks.
Within the last six months, as the coronavirus pandemic gripped the US, the Trump administration filed 75 lawsuits to seize private land along the US-Mexico border for the border wall." People right now are having to choose between their health and their homes," said Ricky Garza, a staff attorney at the Texas Civil Rights Project, a legal advocacy group.
After a series of price increases, Trump’s border project will cost taxpayers $20 million per mile of border fence. A review of federal spending data shows more than 200 contract modifications, at times awarded within just weeks or months after the original contracts, have increased the cost of the border wall project by billions of dollars since late 2017.
DHS has expelled unaccompanied immigrant children from the US border more than 13,000 times since March, using the coronavirus as an excuse to deny children their right to asylum. Previously, unaccompanied children were sent to government-run shelters as they attempted to pursue their asylum cases.
Migrant children from Central America are being expelled to Mexico, where they have no family connections. The expulsions not only put children in danger - the policy violates a diplomatic agreement with Mexico that only Mexican children and others who had adult supervision could be pushed back into Mexico after attempting to cross the border.
The House Judiciary Committee released a report on the Trump administration’s policy of separating families at the border, revealing that the federal agency that cares for migrant children was not told about the policy. The chaos contributed to the inability to later reunite parents and children.
The Trump administration is trying to deport several women who allege they were mistreated by a Georgia gynecologist at an immigration detention center. Hours after one detained woman spoke to federal investigators about forced hysterectomies at a Georgia detention center, she said ICE told her that it had lifted a hold on her deportation and she faced “imminent” removal. Six former patients who complained about Dr. Mahendra Amin had already been deported.
Northern District of Illinois Judge Gary Feinerman (Obama-appointee) blocked a key Trump administration policy that allowed officials to deny green cards to immigrants who might need public assistance Advocates who had feared that the policy would harm tens of thousands of poor people, particularly those affected by widespread job loss because of the coronavirus pandemic.
Miscellaneous
Microsoft said it has detected attempts by state-backed Russian and North Korean hackers to steal valuable data from leading pharmaceutical companies and vaccine researchers. “Among the targets, the majority are vaccine makers that have COVID-19 vaccines in various stages of clinical trials.”
Two census takers told The AP that their supervisors pressured them to enter false information into a computer system about homes they had not visited so they could close cases during the waning days of the once-a-decade national headcount.
The Supreme Court on Tuesday signaled it’s unlikely to tear down Obamacare over a Republican-backed lawsuit challenging the landmark health care law. Chief Justice John Roberts and Trump appointee Justice Brett Kavanaugh strongly questioned whether the elimination of the mandate penalty made the rest of the law invalid. Kavanaugh appeared to signal on several occasions that he favored leaving the rest of the law intact if the mandate is struck.
Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton (R) was sued last week by four whistleblowers claiming that he abused his office to benefit himself, a woman with whom he was said to have had an affair, and the wealthy donor who employs her before retaliating against the members of his staff who reported him to the FBI.
The Trump administration is rushing plans to auction drilling rights in the U.S. Arctic National Wildlife Refuge before the inauguration of Biden, who has vowed to block oil exploration in the rugged Alaska wilderness. Biden’s efforts could be complicated if the Trump administration sells drilling rights first. Formally issued oil and gas leases on federal land are government contracts that can’t be easily yanked.
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DD for SCR/TSCRF
I'm not seeing a huge amount of knowledge on this subreddit, so I'm going to list some of the reasons why I'm hoping for some decent price increases..
If you find anything juicy that I've missed feel free to leave a top level comment or even message me and I'll add it. Perhaps we should keep updating this post and sticky it as a goto DD for SCTSCRF?
- Score have the most popular sports app in Canada and second most popular in the US behind ESPN, this puts them in a somewhat unique position to integrate sports betting in to a popular sports app (though note FUBO just announced purchasing Vigotry with their intention to integrate sports betting in to their sports streaming service, they closed up 34.32% today on the news and likely caused the dips in the share prices for SCR and DKNG, even PENN's share price seemed to waiver around midday);
- Score already have sports betting live in Colorado, Indiana and New Jersey;
- Score recently did a share offering and raised $25,649,390 which can be used for growth and expansion of sports betting in the US - check out their careers page and click on available opportunities;
- Score have a multiyear partnership with the NBA and the MLB to be an authorized sports betting operator, including access to official betting data and league marks/logos for the betting app;
- Score have a strategic multi-state market access partnership with PENN, PENN have access to 11 states, further PENN have a 4.7% stake in Score with the potential for this stake to increase as additional market access fees become payable (the second link, which is from PENN, says the term of the agreement with PENN is 20 years, even DKNG only has a deal for 10 years subject to a 10 year extension);
- Score have a 10 year partnership with Twin River to operate an online casino in New Jersey, extendable by 5 years at TheScore's option and a further 5 years upon mutual agreement;
- In Dec 2020 Score was named the most impressive emerging company in sports betting. They are also in Canada's fastest 500 growing companies, Canada's top growing companies 2019 and a 2020 TSX venture 50 company;
- Let's look at some user numbers. As expected they were down a bit during 2020 due to covid, but that is about to change across the industry with sports opening up properly and sports betting being legalised in many US states and hopefully Canada to help raise tax funds for covid expenses (never will sports betting have been more socially acceptable, almost encouraged!). They achieved 3 million active monthly users (4.3 million in q1 2019, should see this or higher again once sports start up properly - 62% of those users were in the US, 27% in Canada and the remaining 11% in other international markets). Users had an average of 70 sessions per month (75 the year prior), so 3*70 = 210 million users per month. 292 million video views for esports in just Q4 alone, year-over-year growth of 243%! Their esports tiktok account has over 1 million followers while their sports tiktok account has almost 2.5 million (up over 500k in the last quarter). Over 1.5 million youtube subscribers for their esports channel. Their twitter account has ~600k followers, almost double what DKNG have! Their social sports content across Twitter, FB, Instagram and TikTok achieved an average monthly reach of about 103 million;
- Score appointed sports business leader and four-time Olympian Angela Ruggiero to its board of directors - she's a hockey player, got a medal at each of the Olympics she went to including a gold;
- Score already cover women's sports, doing this without having to follow the competitors or have it requested by women shows a genuine interest in supporting women's sports. Hopefully this will extend to allowing sports betting on women's sports;
- Score esports has been named exclusive English language broadcast partner for League of Legends' Demacia Championship, a marquee annual event featuring 24 of China’s top esports teams. Live event coverage will run from December 20-27 and be streamed across theScore esports’ YouTube and Twitch channels. The Demacia Championship will be theScore esports’ first-ever live event broadcast, with production originating from their esports headquarters in Toronto.
- In 2019 Score partnered with Ubisoft for unique video content series;
- In 2014 Score was named one of the world's greatest apps (and in 2013 was named one of the 100 best Android apps of 2013);
- Score has joined the National Council on Problem Gambling as a Platinum member - this bodes well for support of Score from politicians and people normally critical of sports betting who are mostly onside at the moment through the need of raising tax money for covid related costs.
Future catalysts I'm hoping for:
- There's a live webcast to report q1 f2021 financial results Jan 13 at 5:30pm EST (details here). Hopefully good news so we 🚀 rather than ☄️ short-term, but I'm still bullish long-term regardless because sports have not really started up properly yet, nor has sports betting opened up in many places yet. With a bit of luck the income from the share offering will be included in the revenue for this quarter which might help;
- If we ever get uplisted to NASDAQ/NYSE and get out of the penny stocks then I would be surprised if it doesn't get pumped in numerous places including WSB;
- Legalisation of sports betting across more US states and Canada. The governor of NY has now expressed interest after previously being opposed to the idea, so too has Texas for example. Score do not yet have a partnership with a NY casino, but hopefully they will get on to that, they do have access to Texas through PENN;
- Partnerships with NFL and NHL would be awesome to go along with the NBA and MLB partnerships;
- Successfully competing with the big players like DKNG (and now FUBO too), hopefully with juicy earnings reports in to the future (if we do, look at the performance and current prices of DKNG and PENN, I'd be extremely happy if we ever made it to CAD$20/share, if we got to DKNG's current USD price we'll be in tendie heaven);
- Huge uptake in sports betting with a rally of public support to help cover the public costs associated with Covid;
- Maybe esports betting could become a huge thing? TheScore seem like they're in a good position to earn a decent market share there, possibly even be the ones to introduce it and bring it to market?
tl;dr: 🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀 (hopefully at least 10x)
If you would prefer an ETF to have exposure to the betting market check out BETZ.
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These are the statistical top 500 movies of all time, according to 23 different websites
Hey everyone, great to be back again. Some of you might remember a similar title from a post I made back in April, where I made a
list of the top 250 movies with 13 sources, or a
preview of this list I made last month.
I want to emphasize that this is
NOT an official ranking nor my personal ranking; it is just a statistical and, personally, interesting look at 500 amazing movies. These rankings reflect the opinions of thousands of critics and millions of people around the world. And I am glad that this list is able to cover a wide range of genres, decades, and countries. So before I get bombarded with "Why isn't X on here?" or "How is X above Y?" comments, I wanted to clear that up.
I sourced my data from Sight & Sound (both critic and director lists), TSPDT, iCheckMovies,
11 domestic websites (Rotten Tomatoes, Metacritic, IMDb, Letterboxd, TMDb, Trakt, Blu-Ray, MovieLens, RateYourMusic, Criticker, and Critics Choice), and
9 international audience sites (FilmAffinity, Douban, Naver, MUBI, Filmweb, Kinopoisk, CSFD, Moviemeter, and Senscritique). This balance of domestic/international ratings made the list more well-rounded and internationally representative (sites from Spain, China, Korea, Poland, Russia, Czech Republic, Netherlands, and France).
As for my algorithm, I weighted websites according to both their Alexa ranking and their number of votes compared to other sites. For example, since
The Godfather has hundreds of thousands of votes on Letterboxd but only a couple thousand on Metacritic, Letterboxd would be weighted more heavily. After obtaining the weighted averages, I then added the movie's iCheckMovies' favs/checks ratio and TSPDT ranking, if applicable. Regarding TSPDT, I included the top 2000 movies; as an example of my calculations,
Rear Window's ranking of #41 would add (2000-41)/2000=0.9795 points to its weighted average. I removed movies that had <7-8K votes on IMDb, as these mostly had low ratings and numbers of votes across different sites as well. For both Sight & Sound lists, I added between 0.5 and 1 point to a movie's score based on its ranking, which I thought was an adequate reflection of how difficult it is to be included on these lists. As examples, a #21 movie would have 0.9 points added while a #63 would have 0.69 points.
So without further ado, the statistical top 500 movies ever made. I separated the scores into overall, critics, domestic, and international columns to make comparisons easier. This list on
Letterboxd.
Ranking | Title | Overall Score | Critics | Domestic | International | Year | Director |
1 | The Godfather | 93.89 | 97.73 | 90.50 | 89.36 | 1972 | Francis Ford Coppola |
2 | The Godfather: Part II | 91.93 | 93.30 | 89.04 | 88.06 | 1974 | Francis Ford Coppola |
3 | Seven Samurai | 91.05 | 97.38 | 87.63 | 85.90 | 1954 | Akira Kurosawa |
4 | 12 Angry Men | 90.45 | 95.45 | 88.74 | 88.62 | 1957 | Sidney Lumet |
5 | City Lights | 89.94 | 96.75 | 85.67 | 85.93 | 1931 | Charlie Chaplin |
6 | The Good, the Bad and the Ugly | 89.45 | 91.20 | 87.81 | 86.59 | 1966 | Sergio Leone |
7 | The Shawshank Redemption | 89.41 | 82.95 | 89.49 | 89.18 | 1994 | Frank Darabont |
8 | Psycho | 89.29 | 95.23 | 85.70 | 85.01 | 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock |
9 | Modern Times | 89.28 | 95.55 | 85.21 | 85.37 | 1936 | Charlie Chaplin |
10 | Schindler's List | 89.08 | 93.80 | 87.22 | 87.29 | 1993 | Steven Spielberg |
11 | Pulp Fiction | 88.85 | 92.60 | 87.69 | 86.42 | 1994 | Quentin Tarantino |
12 | Rear Window | 88.63 | 97.65 | 85.40 | 83.33 | 1954 | Alfred Hitchcock |
13 | One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest | 88.55 | 87.38 | 86.28 | 86.97 | 1975 | Miloš Forman |
14 | Apocalypse Now | 88.54 | 93.85 | 85.24 | 83.48 | 1979 | Francis Ford Coppola |
15 | Tokyo Story | 88.49 | 98.30 | 85.16 | 83.76 | 1953 | Yasujirō Ozu |
16 | Spirited Away | 88.34 | 93.78 | 86.80 | 85.91 | 2001 | Hayao Miyazaki |
17 | GoodFellas | 88.03 | 91.48 | 87.00 | 84.03 | 1990 | Martin Scorsese |
18 | Vertigo | 88.02 | 95.60 | 84.05 | 82.76 | 1958 | Alfred Hitchcock |
19 | Singin' in the Rain | 88.01 | 97.65 | 83.95 | 83.13 | 1952 | Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen |
20 | Sunset Boulevard | 88.00 | 95.45 | 85.44 | 84.22 | 1950 | Billy Wilder |
21 | Citizen Kane | 87.83 | 99.03 | 83.06 | 82.22 | 1941 | Orson Welles |
22 | Harakiri | 87.79 | 85.83 | 88.00 | 86.29 | 1962 | Masaki Kobayashi |
23 | Rashomon | 87.74 | 96.55 | 83.52 | 82.73 | 1950 | Akira Kurosawa |
24 | Once Upon a Time in the West | 87.71 | 86.65 | 85.48 | 84.62 | 1968 | Sergio Leone |
25 | Fanny and Alexander | 87.54 | 97.30 | 83.15 | 83.00 | 1982 | Ingmar Bergman |
26 | The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King | 87.40 | 92.59 | 86.06 | 85.38 | 2003 | Peter Jackson |
27 | Andrei Rublev | 87.39 | 91.90 | 83.80 | 83.94 | 1966 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
28 | The Passion of Joan of Arc | 87.39 | 94.65 | 83.88 | 83.57 | 1928 | Carl Theodor Dreyer |
29 | Sherlock Jr. | 87.36 | 96.45 | 83.64 | 85.60 | 1924 | Buster Keaton |
30 | Bicycle Thieves | 87.35 | 94.70 | 83.91 | 83.46 | 1948 | Vittorio De Sica |
31 | Casablanca | 87.35 | 98.00 | 85.25 | 82.62 | 1942 | Michael Curtiz |
32 | Some Like It Hot | 87.28 | 95.30 | 82.11 | 83.73 | 1959 | Billy Wilder |
33 | Persona | 87.22 | 88.20 | 84.28 | 83.07 | 1966 | Ingmar Bergman |
34 | Children of Paradise | 87.21 | 95.33 | 84.81 | 83.27 | 1945 | Marcel Carné |
35 | Taxi Driver | 87.14 | 93.88 | 83.60 | 82.06 | 1976 | Martin Scorsese |
36 | The Dark Knight | 87.08 | 88.81 | 86.96 | 84.80 | 2008 | Christopher Nolan |
37 | Metropolis | 87.03 | 96.00 | 82.92 | 84.01 | 1927 | Fritz Lang |
38 | Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans | 87.02 | 93.95 | 82.23 | 84.02 | 1927 | F. W. Murnau |
39 | Stalker | 87.02 | 92.30 | 83.86 | 83.29 | 1979 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
40 | Pather Panchali | 86.96 | 94.35 | 84.40 | 82.80 | 1955 | Satyajit Ray |
41 | Lawrence of Arabia | 86.95 | 97.65 | 83.76 | 81.49 | 1962 | David Lean |
42 | M | 86.91 | 96.20 | 84.34 | 82.92 | 1931 | Fritz Lang |
43 | Ordet | 86.82 | 98.10 | 83.08 | 82.55 | 1955 | Carl Theodor Dreyer |
44 | It's a Wonderful Life | 86.77 | 90.45 | 85.17 | 84.90 | 1946 | Frank Capra |
45 | Satantango | 86.76 | 90.45 | 84.58 | 84.21 | 1994 | Béla Tarr |
46 | Parasite | 86.72 | 96.34 | 86.55 | 83.15 | 2019 | Bong Joon-ho |
47 | The 400 Blows | 86.70 | 96.70 | 83.14 | 82.60 | 1959 | François Truffaut |
48 | Ikiru | 86.56 | 93.80 | 85.48 | 84.29 | 1952 | Akira Kurosawa |
49 | Mirror | 86.50 | 95.60 | 82.75 | 82.34 | 1975 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
50 | Come and See | 86.50 | 90.50 | 85.22 | 83.13 | 1985 | Elem Klimov |
51 | The Apartment | 86.48 | 92.00 | 84.09 | 82.99 | 1960 | Billy Wilder |
52 | The General | 86.45 | 91.45 | 82.59 | 83.87 | 1926 | Buster Keaton, Clyde Bruckman |
53 | Grave of the Fireflies | 86.43 | 95.13 | 85.85 | 82.97 | 1988 | Isao Takahata |
54 | Le Trou | 86.41 | 89.95 | 85.46 | 85.14 | 1960 | Jacques Becker |
55 | The Battle of Algiers | 86.37 | 95.40 | 82.64 | 81.24 | 1966 | Gillo Pontecorvo |
56 | A Man Escaped | 86.34 | 96.50 | 83.67 | 82.03 | 1956 | Robert Bresson |
57 | Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb | 86.34 | 95.85 | 84.37 | 83.03 | 1964 | Stanley Kubrick |
58 | Paths of Glory | 86.25 | 92.30 | 84.97 | 84.48 | 1957 | Stanley Kubrick |
59 | The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring | 86.24 | 88.75 | 85.61 | 84.31 | 2001 | Peter Jackson |
60 | All About Eve | 86.23 | 96.95 | 83.69 | 83.20 | 1950 | Joseph L. Mankiewicz |
61 | Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back | 86.21 | 86.93 | 87.05 | 83.29 | 1980 | Irvin Kershner |
62 | High and Low | 86.16 | 86.55 | 86.08 | 84.26 | 1963 | Akira Kurosawa |
63 | The Great Dictator | 86.15 | 91.10 | 84.25 | 85.03 | 1940 | Charlie Chaplin |
64 | The Silence of the Lambs | 86.12 | 88.68 | 85.29 | 84.17 | 1991 | Jonathan Demme |
65 | 2001: A Space Odyssey | 86.06 | 88.35 | 82.93 | 81.54 | 1968 | Stanley Kubrick |
66 | North by Northwest | 86.03 | 96.38 | 83.17 | 81.74 | 1959 | Alfred Hitchcock |
67 | Double Indemnity | 85.91 | 94.38 | 83.84 | 83.12 | 1944 | Billy Wilder |
68 | Ugetsu | 85.91 | 97.25 | 82.69 | 81.91 | 1953 | Kenji Mizoguchi |
69 | Woman in the Dunes | 85.91 | 93.95 | 84.71 | 83.77 | 1964 | Hiroshi Teshigahara |
70 | Sansho the Bailiff | 85.88 | 95.50 | 84.24 | 82.21 | 1954 | Kenji Mizoguchi |
71 | Once Upon a Time in America | 85.87 | 86.10 | 83.84 | 85.53 | 1984 | Sergio Leone |
72 | City of God | 85.86 | 84.08 | 86.39 | 84.00 | 2002 | Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund |
73 | Late Spring | 85.81 | 94.75 | 83.74 | 82.27 | 1949 | Yasujirō Ozu |
74 | Barry Lyndon | 85.80 | 87.95 | 82.44 | 82.30 | 1975 | Stanley Kubrick |
75 | The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers | 85.78 | 88.78 | 85.00 | 84.29 | 2002 | Peter Jackson |
76 | Raging Bull | 85.77 | 90.48 | 82.01 | 81.80 | 1980 | Martin Scorsese |
77 | Chinatown | 85.72 | 94.08 | 83.32 | 80.69 | 1974 | Roman Polanski |
78 | Alien | 85.69 | 91.73 | 84.76 | 82.62 | 1979 | Ridley Scott |
79 | Ran | 85.68 | 94.70 | 83.93 | 82.52 | 1985 | Akira Kurosawa |
80 | The Seventh Seal | 85.67 | 92.10 | 83.52 | 82.13 | 1957 | Ingmar Bergman |
81 | The Kid | 85.61 | 92.85 | 82.91 | 84.94 | 1921 | Charlie Chaplin |
82 | Wild Strawberries | 85.51 | 90.05 | 83.38 | 82.24 | 1957 | Ingmar Bergman |
83 | A Brighter Summer Day | 85.50 | 93.38 | 84.07 | 81.01 | 1991 | Edward Yang |
84 | 8½ | 85.48 | 91.20 | 82.59 | 81.09 | 1963 | Federico Fellini |
85 | The Pianist | 85.38 | 88.69 | 83.31 | 84.80 | 2002 | Roman Polanski |
86 | The World of Apu | 85.38 | 93.20 | 84.38 | 83.09 | 1959 | Satyajit Ray |
87 | La Dolce Vita | 85.37 | 94.38 | 81.40 | 80.48 | 1960 | Federico Fellini |
88 | Star Wars | 85.33 | 90.03 | 85.22 | 81.92 | 1977 | George Lucas |
89 | The Best of Youth | 85.31 | 88.78 | 85.31 | 83.64 | 2003 | Marco Tullio Giordana |
90 | The Gold Rush | 85.29 | 94.55 | 81.93 | 83.59 | 1925 | Charlie Chaplin |
91 | The Third Man | 85.26 | 96.50 | 82.91 | 80.21 | 1949 | Carol Reed |
92 | The Treasure of the Sierra Madre | 85.20 | 96.68 | 82.77 | 81.81 | 1948 | John Huston |
93 | I Am Cuba | 85.18 | 93.60 | 82.00 | 83.44 | 1964 | Mikhail Kalatozov |
94 | The Lives of Others | 85.14 | 89.03 | 84.12 | 82.73 | 2006 | Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck |
95 | Witness for the Prosecution | 85.13 | 92.65 | 83.67 | 84.99 | 1957 | Billy Wilder |
96 | Touch of Evil | 85.11 | 95.70 | 81.36 | 79.65 | 1958 | Orson Welles |
97 | WALL-E | 85.10 | 92.09 | 82.82 | 82.64 | 2008 | Andrew Stanton |
98 | Scenes from a Marriage | 85.02 | 86.85 | 84.80 | 83.06 | 1974 | Ingmar Bergman |
99 | To Be or Not to Be | 84.99 | 89.58 | 82.52 | 83.39 | 1942 | Ernst Lubitsch |
100 | A Separation | 84.92 | 94.24 | 83.34 | 80.90 | 2011 | Asghar Farhadi |
101 | The Night of the Hunter | 84.91 | 96.93 | 81.17 | 79.06 | 1955 | Charles Laughton |
102 | Three Colors: Red | 84.87 | 96.78 | 83.32 | 80.78 | 1994 | Krzysztof Kieślowski |
103 | Yojimbo | 84.87 | 91.55 | 83.85 | 82.99 | 1961 | Akira Kurosawa |
104 | Back to the Future | 84.85 | 89.38 | 84.47 | 81.94 | 1985 | Robert Zemeckis |
105 | My Neighbor Totoro | 84.84 | 87.53 | 83.44 | 83.17 | 1988 | Hayao Miyazaki |
106 | In the Mood for Love | 84.84 | 83.87 | 82.55 | 81.20 | 2000 | Wong Kar-wai |
107 | Princess Mononoke | 84.83 | 81.18 | 85.02 | 84.24 | 1999 | Hayao Miyazaki |
108 | Saving Private Ryan | 84.82 | 90.35 | 83.94 | 82.50 | 1998 | Steven Spielberg |
109 | Cinema Paradiso | 84.78 | 82.30 | 84.73 | 83.43 | 1988 | Giuseppe Tornatore |
110 | La Jetée | 84.75 | 89.25 | 83.27 | 81.80 | 1962 | Chris Marker |
111 | The Wages of Fear | 84.71 | 94.60 | 82.99 | 82.80 | 1953 | Henri-Georges Clouzot |
112 | Das Boot | 84.68 | 90.13 | 83.62 | 82.71 | 1981 | Wolfgang Petersen |
113 | Fight Club | 84.65 | 71.18 | 86.39 | 84.95 | 1999 | David Fincher |
114 | Nights of Cabiria | 84.64 | 92.25 | 82.72 | 83.13 | 1957 | Federico Fellini |
115 | La Strada | 84.61 | 92.60 | 80.79 | 82.78 | 1954 | Federico Fellini |
116 | Amadeus | 84.53 | 89.55 | 82.88 | 82.59 | 1984 | Miloš Forman |
117 | Forrest Gump | 84.50 | 76.90 | 83.06 | 86.12 | 1994 | Robert Zemeckis |
118 | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | 84.49 | 90.41 | 85.03 | 81.69 | 2018 | Peter Ramsey, Rodney Rothman, Bob Persichetti |
119 | The Lion King | 84.45 | 88.28 | 77.22 | 84.09 | 1994 | Rob Minkoff, Roger Allers |
120 | Inception | 84.43 | 82.07 | 84.18 | 84.17 | 2010 | Christopher Nolan |
121 | Whiplash | 84.42 | 89.53 | 84.87 | 81.96 | 2014 | Damien Chazelle |
122 | The Shop Around the Corner | 84.40 | 94.43 | 80.85 | 82.37 | 1940 | Ernst Lubitsch |
123 | Rififi | 84.38 | 92.00 | 83.03 | 81.58 | 1955 | Jules Dassin |
124 | Umberto D. | 84.38 | 92.63 | 82.20 | 81.75 | 1952 | Vittorio De Sica |
125 | Army of Shadows | 84.37 | 95.30 | 82.98 | 80.50 | 1969 | Jean-Pierre Melville |
126 | Blade Runner | 84.34 | 85.85 | 82.57 | 80.29 | 1982 | Ridley Scott |
127 | Samurai Rebellion | 84.33 | 89.05 | 82.85 | 83.84 | 1967 | Masaki Kobayashi |
128 | Close-Up | 84.31 | 85.70 | 81.99 | 80.69 | 1990 | Abbas Kiarostami |
129 | The Circus | 84.29 | 90.35 | 81.69 | 83.14 | 1928 | Charlie Chaplin |
130 | Raiders of the Lost Ark | 84.19 | 89.33 | 84.31 | 80.57 | 1981 | Steven Spielberg |
131 | Grand Illusion | 84.18 | 95.35 | 81.85 | 79.78 | 1937 | Jean Renoir |
132 | A Clockwork Orange | 84.18 | 82.78 | 82.37 | 82.51 | 1971 | Stanley Kubrick |
133 | Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind | 84.07 | 89.37 | 83.36 | 80.57 | 2004 | Michel Gondry |
134 | A Woman Under the Influence | 84.01 | 87.40 | 82.51 | 80.40 | 1974 | John Cassavetes |
135 | The Cranes Are Flying | 84.00 | 89.30 | 82.76 | 82.40 | 1957 | Mikhail Kalatozov |
136 | Yi Yi | 83.91 | 91.25 | 82.48 | 79.64 | 2000 | Edward Yang |
137 | To Kill a Mockingbird | 83.91 | 89.13 | 81.98 | 82.20 | 1962 | Robert Mulligan |
138 | The Matrix | 83.90 | 77.78 | 84.54 | 83.06 | 1999 | Wachowski Sisters |
139 | The Sting | 83.90 | 85.73 | 82.71 | 83.36 | 1973 | George Roy Hill |
140 | The Mother and the Whore | 83.87 | 94.55 | 81.24 | 79.82 | 1973 | Jean Eustache |
141 | Se7en | 83.86 | 72.15 | 84.91 | 84.48 | 1995 | David Fincher |
142 | Early Summer | 83.85 | 94.45 | 82.19 | 82.01 | 1951 | Yasujirō Ozu |
143 | Werckmeister Harmonies | 83.80 | 91.73 | 80.89 | 81.93 | 2000 | Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky |
144 | Coco | 83.80 | 86.21 | 82.73 | 83.66 | 2017 | Adrian Molina, Lee Unkrich |
145 | Toy Story | 83.76 | 95.03 | 82.30 | 80.15 | 1995 | John Lasseter |
146 | It Happened One Night | 83.76 | 90.83 | 81.46 | 81.76 | 1934 | Frank Capra |
147 | Reservoir Dogs | 83.74 | 84.68 | 83.12 | 81.99 | 1992 | Quentin Tarantino |
148 | Unforgiven | 83.73 | 88.55 | 82.24 | 81.59 | 1992 | Clint Eastwood |
149 | The Deer Hunter | 83.73 | 87.68 | 80.57 | 82.06 | 1978 | Michael Cimino |
150 | The Young and the Damned | 83.72 | 87.10 | 82.58 | 80.82 | 1950 | Luis Buñuel |
151 | The Best Years of Our Lives | 83.68 | 92.63 | 81.19 | 81.20 | 1946 | William Wyler |
152 | The Leopard | 83.66 | 97.30 | 79.56 | 79.57 | 1963 | Luchino Visconti |
153 | Time of the Gypsies | 83.65 | 86.05 | 83.31 | 82.29 | 1988 | Emir Kusturica |
154 | Ali: Fear Eats the Soul | 83.61 | 96.70 | 80.51 | 79.97 | 1974 | Rainer Werner Fassbinder |
155 | Raise the Red Lantern | 83.57 | 90.25 | 82.37 | 81.81 | 1991 | Zhang Yimou |
156 | Terminator 2: Judgment Day | 83.57 | 82.00 | 84.11 | 81.83 | 1991 | James Cameron |
157 | The Shining | 83.55 | 75.35 | 84.08 | 81.80 | 1980 | Stanley Kubrick |
158 | Viridiana | 83.54 | 92.95 | 80.68 | 80.81 | 1961 | Luis Buñuel |
159 | Portrait of a Lady on Fire | 83.52 | 93.59 | 83.08 | 80.02 | 2019 | Céline Sciamma |
160 | Greed | 83.51 | 97.05 | 80.65 | 80.64 | 1924 | Erich von Stroheim |
161 | Gone with the Wind | 83.48 | 92.90 | 80.01 | 81.68 | 1939 | Victor Fleming |
162 | There Will Be Blood | 83.48 | 89.65 | 81.91 | 79.02 | 2007 | Paul Thomas Anderson |
163 | L.A. Confidential | 83.46 | 91.63 | 82.08 | 80.81 | 1997 | Curtis Hanson |
164 | Paris, Texas | 83.46 | 83.95 | 82.89 | 81.66 | 1984 | Wim Wenders |
165 | Throne of Blood | 83.45 | 91.30 | 82.18 | 81.49 | 1957 | Akira Kurosawa |
166 | Toy Story 3 | 83.43 | 93.55 | 81.61 | 80.32 | 2010 | Lee Unkrich |
167 | Memento | 83.43 | 85.20 | 83.78 | 80.76 | 2000 | Christopher Nolan |
168 | On the Waterfront | 83.37 | 93.00 | 82.23 | 79.52 | 1954 | Elia Kazan |
169 | Trip to the Moon | 83.37 | 94.70 | 79.96 | 82.83 | 1902 | Georges Méliès |
170 | The Rules of the Game | 83.33 | 96.55 | 80.45 | 78.02 | 1939 | Jean Renoir |
171 | Red Beard | 83.32 | 74.15 | 83.41 | 83.27 | 1965 | Akira Kurosawa |
172 | The Grapes of Wrath | 83.32 | 95.45 | 80.42 | 80.34 | 1940 | John Ford |
173 | Au Hasard Balthazar | 83.29 | 98.08 | 77.93 | 77.54 | 1966 | Robert Bresson |
174 | Autumn Sonata | 83.29 | 84.85 | 83.09 | 82.66 | 1978 | Ingmar Bergman |
175 | Annie Hall | 83.28 | 93.18 | 80.58 | 80.58 | 1977 | Woody Allen |
176 | The Conformist | 83.27 | 96.68 | 79.92 | 78.58 | 1970 | Bernardo Bertolucci |
177 | Rocco and His Brothers | 83.24 | 84.73 | 81.95 | 81.68 | 1960 | Luchino Visconti |
178 | Dersu Uzala | 83.23 | 74.75 | 82.35 | 83.37 | 1975 | Akira Kurosawa |
179 | Cool Hand Luke | 83.21 | 93.05 | 82.22 | 79.83 | 1967 | Stuart Rosenberg |
180 | Monty Python and the Holy Grail | 83.18 | 91.98 | 82.96 | 79.30 | 1975 | Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones |
181 | Le Samouraï | 83.18 | 92.35 | 82.45 | 79.40 | 1967 | Jean-Pierre Melville |
182 | Aliens | 83.18 | 88.73 | 83.29 | 79.61 | 1986 | James Cameron |
183 | PlayTime | 83.16 | 93.50 | 80.22 | 78.80 | 1967 | Jacques Tati |
184 | The Bridge on the River Kwai | 83.14 | 90.58 | 81.93 | 80.24 | 1957 | David Lean |
185 | The Red Shoes | 83.13 | 93.15 | 82.82 | 79.96 | 1948 | Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger |
186 | American Beauty | 83.10 | 87.15 | 81.93 | 81.13 | 1999 | Sam Mendes |
187 | To Live | 83.10 | 84.00 | 82.16 | 82.46 | 1994 | Zhang Yimou |
188 | Battleship Potemkin | 83.10 | 95.85 | 77.81 | 80.41 | 1925 | Sergei Eisenstein |
189 | Day of Wrath | 83.09 | 93.40 | 81.07 | 81.29 | 1943 | Carl Theodor Dreyer |
190 | All Quiet on the Western Front | 83.07 | 92.85 | 80.05 | 81.48 | 1930 | Lewis Milestone |
191 | It's Such a Beautiful Day | 83.07 | 91.25 | 83.62 | 79.77 | 2012 | Don Hertzfeldt |
192 | Full Metal Jacket | 83.06 | 81.53 | 82.21 | 82.54 | 1987 | Stanley Kubrick |
193 | The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari | 83.05 | 96.40 | 79.84 | 81.83 | 1920 | Robert Wiene |
194 | Kes | 83.03 | 97.80 | 79.59 | 80.55 | 1969 | Ken Loach |
195 | The Usual Suspects | 83.02 | 80.23 | 84.08 | 81.48 | 1995 | Bryan Singer |
196 | The Cameraman | 83.00 | 93.90 | 80.77 | 81.57 | 1928 | Edward Segdwick, Buster Keaton |
197 | Aparajito | 83.00 | 90.90 | 81.81 | 81.20 | 1956 | Satyajit Ray |
198 | The Elephant Man | 83.00 | 83.00 | 82.10 | 81.87 | 1980 | David Lynch |
199 | Rebecca | 82.98 | 90.08 | 81.08 | 80.93 | 1940 | Alfred Hitchcock |
200 | Make Way for Tomorrow | 82.97 | 95.80 | 81.72 | 80.14 | 1937 | Leo McCarey |
201 | The Great Escape | 82.97 | 87.68 | 82.29 | 80.66 | 1963 | John Sturges |
202 | Your Name | 82.97 | 84.55 | 84.07 | 81.29 | 2016 | Makoto Shinkai |
203 | Limelight | 82.92 | 88.00 | 79.85 | 83.02 | 1952 | Charlie Chaplin |
204 | Breathless | 82.92 | 91.95 | 78.88 | 79.10 | 1960 | Jean-Luc Godard |
205 | Underground | 82.91 | 80.75 | 81.26 | 82.64 | 1995 | Emir Kusturica |
206 | The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance | 82.88 | 91.90 | 81.08 | 79.53 | 1962 | John Ford |
207 | Aguirre: The Wrath of God | 82.87 | 94.55 | 80.46 | 78.62 | 1972 | Werner Herzog |
208 | Oldboy | 82.86 | 78.98 | 84.00 | 81.27 | 2003 | Park Chan-wook |
209 | Up | 82.84 | 90.28 | 81.32 | 80.86 | 2009 | Pete Docter |
210 | Anatomy of a Murder | 82.84 | 94.00 | 80.57 | 80.02 | 1959 | Otto Preminger |
211 | The Wild Bunch | 82.84 | 90.35 | 79.45 | 80.12 | 1969 | Sam Peckinpah |
212 | The Hunt | 82.75 | 82.08 | 82.79 | 82.62 | 2012 | Thomas Vinterberg |
213 | Il Sorpasso | 82.74 | 95.75 | 82.84 | 79.57 | 1962 | Dino Risi |
214 | The Last Laugh | 82.74 | 95.25 | 79.47 | 81.61 | 1924 | F. W. Murnau |
215 | A Streetcar Named Desire | 82.73 | 94.60 | 79.89 | 80.26 | 1951 | Elia Kazan |
216 | Life Is Beautiful | 82.73 | 68.45 | 83.60 | 85.57 | 1997 | Roberto Benigni |
217 | A Short Film About Love | 82.71 | 87.10 | 81.90 | 81.89 | 1988 | Krzysztof Kieślowski |
218 | The Shop on Main Street | 82.71 | 94.45 | 82.15 | 80.43 | 1965 | Ján Kadár, Elmar Klos |
219 | Rio Bravo | 82.71 | 92.10 | 80.46 | 79.80 | 1959 | Howard Hawks |
220 | Roman Holiday | 82.70 | 84.55 | 80.74 | 82.42 | 1953 | William Wyler |
221 | Ivan's Childhood | 82.69 | 94.80 | 81.25 | 80.37 | 1962 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
222 | The Exterminating Angel | 82.68 | 91.10 | 81.66 | 80.17 | 1962 | Luis Buñuel |
223 | Trainspotting | 82.68 | 85.20 | 81.57 | 81.21 | 1996 | Danny Boyle |
224 | The Last Picture Show | 82.67 | 94.15 | 79.90 | 79.56 | 1971 | Peter Bogdanovich |
225 | The Truman Show | 82.64 | 89.63 | 79.70 | 82.15 | 1998 | Peter Weir |
226 | Memories of Murder | 82.64 | 82.88 | 82.68 | 80.94 | 2003 | Bong Joon-ho |
227 | Faust | 82.62 | 89.70 | 80.23 | 81.94 | 1926 | F. W. Murnau |
228 | Sans Soleil | 82.62 | 83.90 | 79.45 | 80.51 | 1983 | Chris Marker |
229 | Song of the Sea | 82.57 | 87.63 | 80.59 | 82.23 | 2014 | Tomm Moore |
230 | Léon: The Professional | 82.55 | 67.38 | 84.05 | 84.07 | 1994 | Luc Besson |
231 | Fargo | 82.54 | 87.45 | 82.36 | 79.19 | 1996 | Coen Brothers |
232 | Solaris | 82.54 | 89.95 | 80.91 | 79.69 | 1972 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
233 | Sweet Smell of Success | 82.52 | 96.53 | 80.81 | 77.62 | 1957 | Alexander Mackendrick |
234 | For a Few Dollars More | 82.52 | 79.28 | 82.38 | 83.15 | 1965 | Sergio Leone |
235 | White Heat | 82.51 | 90.65 | 80.77 | 81.24 | 1949 | Raoul Walsh |
236 | Brief Encounter | 82.50 | 88.35 | 80.81 | 81.03 | 1945 | David Lean |
237 | Wings of Desire | 82.49 | 85.70 | 81.30 | 80.42 | 1987 | Wim Wenders |
238 | Diabolique | 82.47 | 90.70 | 81.27 | 80.73 | 1955 | Henri-Georges Clouzot |
239 | An Autumn Afternoon | 82.45 | 91.95 | 81.68 | 79.85 | 1962 | Yasujirō Ozu |
240 | The Tale of the Princess Kaguya | 82.44 | 90.63 | 81.16 | 80.43 | 2013 | Isao Takahata |
241 | Amarcord | 82.41 | 85.95 | 79.26 | 80.73 | 1973 | Federico Fellini |
242 | Heat | 82.40 | 79.08 | 82.03 | 81.73 | 1995 | Michael Mann |
243 | L'Atalante | 82.40 | 95.60 | 78.32 | 78.10 | 1934 | Jean Vigo |
244 | Django Unchained | 82.39 | 83.44 | 82.23 | 81.94 | 2012 | Quentin Tarantino |
245 | Jeanne Dielman, 23 Commerce Quay, 1080 Brussels | 82.38 | 95.50 | 78.73 | 79.69 | 1975 | Chantal Akerman |
246 | Kind Hearts and Coronets | 82.38 | 95.60 | 80.80 | 79.72 | 1949 | Robert Hamer |
247 | Dog Day Afternoon | 82.37 | 88.40 | 81.11 | 79.80 | 1975 | Sidney Lumet |
248 | Forbidden Games | 82.37 | 93.75 | 80.36 | 80.99 | 1952 | René Clément |
249 | The Crowd | 82.35 | 93.35 | 79.21 | 81.23 | 1928 | King Vidor |
250 | Notorious | 82.35 | 96.78 | 79.96 | 78.21 | 1946 | Alfred Hitchcock |
251 | Mary and Max | 82.35 | 88.05 | 80.95 | 82.42 | 2009 | Adam Elliot |
252 | Persepolis | 82.34 | 88.95 | 80.09 | 80.77 | 2007 | Marjane Satrapi, Vincent Paronnaud |
253 | Howl's Moving Castle | 82.33 | 78.71 | 82.63 | 83.10 | 2004 | Hayao Miyazaki |
254 | Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind | 82.33 | 85.10 | 81.54 | 82.03 | 1984 | Hayao Miyazaki |
255 | Safety Last! | 82.33 | 92.25 | 80.95 | 81.10 | 1923 | Fred C. Newmeyer, Sam Taylor |
256 | Rosemary's Baby | 82.32 | 94.78 | 79.99 | 78.69 | 1968 | Roman Polanski |
257 | L'Avventura | 82.32 | 92.10 | 79.08 | 78.03 | 1960 | Michelangelo Antonioni |
258 | The Searchers | 82.32 | 93.90 | 78.16 | 76.66 | 1956 | John Ford |
259 | La Haine | 82.30 | 90.60 | 82.38 | 79.56 | 1995 | Mathieu Kassovitz |
260 | Three Colors: Blue | 82.30 | 88.28 | 81.55 | 79.23 | 1993 | Krzysztof Kieślowski |
261 | Chungking Express | 82.30 | 79.95 | 82.29 | 80.73 | 1994 | Wong Kar-wai |
262 | Inside Out | 82.29 | 93.66 | 80.27 | 79.85 | 2015 | Pete Docter |
263 | Where is the Friend's Home? | 82.28 | 89.25 | 81.22 | 80.21 | 1987 | Abbas Kiarostami |
264 | Cries and Whispers | 82.27 | 85.45 | 81.02 | 80.80 | 1972 | Ingmar Bergman |
265 | Napoleon | 82.22 | 93.25 | 81.89 | 78.99 | 1927 | Abel Gance |
266 | Paper Moon | 82.19 | 83.08 | 81.37 | 81.29 | 1973 | Peter Bogdanovich |
267 | The Spirit of the Beehive | 82.17 | 89.83 | 79.31 | 78.91 | 1973 | Víctor Erice |
268 | A Special Day | 82.16 | 90.20 | 81.11 | 81.25 | 1977 | Ettore Scola |
269 | Nostalghia | 82.15 | 83.00 | 80.91 | 81.23 | 1983 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
270 | Network | 82.13 | 85.45 | 82.36 | 79.08 | 1976 | Sidney Lumet |
271 | L'Eclisse | 82.11 | 84.70 | 79.78 | 78.81 | 1962 | Michelangelo Antonioni |
272 | Mr. Smith Goes to Washington | 82.09 | 80.83 | 81.78 | 81.15 | 1939 | Frank Capra |
273 | Sanjuro | 82.09 | 91.90 | 81.67 | 80.85 | 1962 | Akira Kurosawa |
274 | Badlands | 82.06 | 93.38 | 79.77 | 77.21 | 1973 | Terrence Malick |
275 | Vivre Sa Vie | 82.06 | 85.20 | 80.12 | 79.83 | 1962 | Jean-Luc Godard |
276 | Nobody Knows | 82.06 | 87.18 | 81.12 | 81.15 | 2004 | Hirokazu Koreeda |
277 | No Country for Old Men | 82.05 | 90.68 | 80.56 | 78.47 | 2007 | Coen Brothers |
278 | Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring | 82.05 | 86.05 | 80.76 | 80.62 | 2003 | Kim Ki-duk |
279 | La Notte | 82.04 | 78.35 | 81.45 | 81.11 | 1961 | Michelangelo Antonioni |
280 | The Celebration | 82.04 | 84.23 | 81.34 | 80.08 | 1998 | Thomas Vinterberg |
281 | In the Name of the Father | 82.04 | 84.90 | 81.14 | 81.85 | 1993 | Jim Sheridan |
282 | I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang | 82.02 | 89.55 | 80.18 | 81.56 | 1932 | Mervyn LeRoy |
283 | Shoplifters | 82.01 | 92.39 | 80.60 | 79.31 | 2018 | Hirokazu Koreeda |
284 | Finding Nemo | 82.01 | 92.60 | 80.13 | 78.76 | 2003 | Andrew Stanton, Lee Unkrich |
285 | Z | 81.98 | 87.55 | 82.21 | 79.59 | 1969 | Costa-Gavras |
286 | The Phantom Carriage | 81.96 | 95.00 | 80.01 | 80.32 | 1921 | Victor Sjöström |
287 | Manhattan | 81.95 | 86.23 | 80.50 | 79.81 | 1979 | Woody Allen |
288 | Rome, Open City | 81.94 | 95.40 | 80.45 | 79.27 | 1945 | Robert Rossellini |
289 | Children of Heaven | 81.93 | 80.15 | 81.24 | 82.01 | 1997 | Majid Majidi |
290 | The Green Mile | 81.92 | 71.93 | 82.95 | 84.38 | 1999 | Frank Darabont |
291 | The Iron Giant | 81.91 | 86.61 | 80.88 | 79.95 | 1999 | Brad Bird |
292 | The Sacrifice | 81.90 | 80.30 | 80.47 | 81.37 | 1986 | Andrei Tarkovsky |
293 | The Philadelphia Story | 81.90 | 94.95 | 79.79 | 77.86 | 1940 | George Cukor |
294 | The Twilight Samurai | 81.90 | 86.10 | 81.07 | 81.13 | 2002 | Yôji Yamada |
295 | Before Sunset | 81.88 | 87.79 | 81.42 | 78.41 | 2004 | Richard Linklater |
296 | Before Sunrise | 81.86 | 84.40 | 82.24 | 79.44 | 1995 | Richard Linklater |
297 | Castle in the Sky | 81.85 | 81.63 | 81.49 | 82.06 | 1986 | Hayao Miyazaki |
298 | The Departed | 81.84 | 86.92 | 82.82 | 79.04 | 2006 | Martin Scorsese |
299 | Brazil | 81.83 | 90.23 | 80.61 | 78.37 | 1985 | Terry Gilliam |
300 | Incendies | 81.81 | 83.85 | 81.88 | 80.74 | 2011 | Denis Villenueve |
301 | The Maltese Falcon | 81.81 | 95.65 | 80.24 | 77.28 | 1941 | John Huston |
302 | The Wizard of Oz | 81.77 | 98.03 | 79.38 | 77.17 | 1939 | Victor Fleming |
303 | Le Cercle Rouge | 81.76 | 90.03 | 80.81 | 78.54 | 1970 | Jean-Pierre Melville |
304 | Monsieur Verdoux | 81.76 | 89.80 | 78.55 | 81.34 | 1947 | Charlie Chaplin |
305 | The Return | 81.72 | 84.85 | 80.02 | 80.96 | 2003 | Andrey Zvyagintsev |
306 | Secrets & Lies | 81.71 | 90.73 | 80.29 | 78.66 | 1996 | Mike Leigh |
307 | The Hidden Fortress | 81.70 | 91.25 | 80.79 | 80.72 | 1958 | Akira Kurosawa |
308 | Pan's Labyrinth | 81.69 | 92.59 | 81.60 | 76.08 | 2006 | Guillermo del Toro |
309 | Amélie | 81.69 | 79.64 | 81.96 | 80.27 | 2004 | Jean-Pierre Jeunet |
310 | Ben-Hur | 81.67 | 86.93 | 79.86 | 80.22 | 1959 | William Wyler |
311 | Fitzcarraldo | 81.67 | 75.80 | 81.06 | 81.21 | 1982 | Werner Herzog |
312 | American History X | 81.63 | 70.13 | 83.58 | 83.00 | 1998 | Tony Kaye |
313 | Ace in the Hole | 81.62 | 79.10 | 80.88 | 81.36 | 1951 | Billy Wilder |
314 | Capernaum | 81.62 | 81.83 | 80.52 | 82.18 | 2018 | Nadine Labaki |
315 | Still Walking | 81.61 | 90.30 | 80.92 | 79.48 | 2008 | Hirokazu Koreeda |
316 | All About My Mother | 81.61 | 88.77 | 79.56 | 78.80 | 1999 | Pedro Almodóvar |
317 | The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie | 81.60 | 92.28 | 78.82 | 78.83 | 1972 | Luis Buñuel |
318 | Platoon | 81.60 | 88.70 | 79.52 | 80.45 | 1986 | Oliver Stone |
319 | Farewell My Concubine | 81.60 | 80.50 | 80.49 | 81.04 | 1993 | Chen Kaige |
320 | Letter from an Unknown Woman | 81.59 | 93.10 | 79.84 | 79.31 | 1948 | Max Ophüls |
321 | The Grand Budapest Hotel | 81.58 | 87.64 | 80.72 | 79.19 | 2014 | Wes Anderson |
322 | The Virgin Spring | 81.58 | 82.45 | 80.70 | 80.66 | 1960 | Ingmar Bergman |
323 | The Red Balloon | 81.57 | 90.20 | 79.93 | 80.30 | 1956 | Albert Lamorisse |
324 | Stagecoach | 81.57 | 94.58 | 77.69 | 78.94 | 1939 | John Ford |
325 | Mulholland Drive | 81.56 | 80.61 | 79.60 | 77.87 | 2001 | David Lynch |
326 | A Matter of Life and Death | 81.49 | 92.60 | 81.91 | 76.27 | 1946 | Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger |
327 | High Noon | 81.48 | 90.58 | 79.27 | 78.94 | 1952 | Fred Zinnemann |
328 | Orpheus | 81.48 | 96.20 | 79.88 | 78.90 | 1950 | Jean Cocteau |
329 | Life of Brian | 81.47 | 82.98 | 80.78 | 79.81 | 1979 | Terry Jones |
330 | Casino | 81.46 | 74.23 | 81.54 | 81.75 | 1995 | Martin Scorsese |
331 | Kagemusha | 81.44 | 82.93 | 80.01 | 80.43 | 1980 | Akira Kurosawa |
332 | Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid | 81.43 | 76.08 | 80.53 | 81.85 | 1969 | George Roy Hill |
333 | In a Lonely Place | 81.43 | 92.45 | 80.42 | 78.77 | 1950 | Nicholas Ray |
334 | Scarface | 81.43 | 71.30 | 81.97 | 82.18 | 1983 | Brian De Palma |
335 | A Short Film About Killing | 81.42 | 87.35 | 79.89 | 80.38 | 1988 | Krzysztof Kieślowski |
336 | Beauty and the Beast | 81.41 | 92.05 | 79.28 | 78.32 | 1946 | Jean Cocteau |
337 | The Hustler | 81.39 | 92.45 | 80.43 | 78.97 | 1961 | Robert Rossen |
338 | Cléo from 5 to 7 | 81.38 | 91.65 | 80.03 | 79.11 | 1962 | Agnès Varda |
339 | Fireworks | 81.37 | 90.15 | 80.01 | 79.63 | 1997 | Takeshi Kitano |
340 | Room | 81.36 | 88.41 | 80.43 | 79.48 | 2015 | Lenny Abrahamson |
341 | Mad Max: Fury Road | 81.35 | 90.39 | 79.76 | 77.80 | 2015 | George Miller |
342 | Steamboat Bill, Jr. | 81.32 | 95.75 | 79.30 | 79.23 | 1928 | Charles Reisner, Buster Keaton |
343 | Judgment at Nuremberg | 81.31 | 71.58 | 82.24 | 83.03 | 1961 | Stanley Kramer |
344 | The Straight Story | 81.30 | 87.15 | 79.64 | 79.88 | 1999 | David Lynch |
345 | Meshes of the Afternoon | 81.29 | 96.25 | 77.91 | 79.99 | 1943 | Maya Deren, Alexandr Hackenschmied |
346 | Alice in the Cities | 81.28 | 86.70 | 79.60 | 80.20 | 1974 | Wim Wenders |
347 | Akira | 81.28 | 80.90 | 81.12 | 79.98 | 1988 | Katsuhiro Otomo |
348 | Good Will Hunting | 81.27 | 79.38 | 81.97 | 81.05 | 1997 | Gus Van Sant |
349 | The Miracle Worker | 81.25 | 85.15 | 78.88 | 81.55 | 1962 | Arthur Penn |
350 | Talk to Her | 81.25 | 87.48 | 79.33 | 78.71 | 2002 | Pedro Almodóvar |
351 | The Graduate | 81.24 | 85.58 | 78.91 | 79.97 | 1967 | Mike Nichols |
352 | Beauty and the Beast | 81.22 | 92.28 | 79.20 | 78.77 | 1991 | Gary Trousdale, Kirk Wise |
353 | The Heiress | 81.19 | 94.45 | 80.20 | 79.76 | 1949 | William Wyler |
354 | Fantasia | 81.18 | 93.03 | 76.76 | 79.95 | 1940 | Samuel Armstrong, James Algar |
355 | Au Revoir les Enfants | 81.18 | 94.25 | 80.14 | 78.92 | 1987 | Louis Malle |
356 | Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri | 81.18 | 88.62 | 79.36 | 79.90 | 2017 | Martin McDonagh |
357 | Inglourious Basterds | 81.17 | 79.05 | 81.06 | 80.51 | 2009 | Quentin Tarantino |
358 | Elevator to the Gallows | 81.16 | 90.45 | 79.31 | 78.56 | 1958 | Louis Malle |
359 | Gladiator | 81.16 | 75.39 | 81.69 | 81.52 | 2000 | Ridley Scott |
360 | Through a Glass Darkly | 81.15 | 93.60 | 81.11 | 78.86 | 1961 | Ingmar Bergman |
361 | Million Dollar Baby | 81.15 | 87.41 | 77.43 | 80.72 | 2004 | Clint Eastwood |
362 | Days of Heaven | 81.15 | 90.75 | 80.19 | 77.08 | 1978 | Terrence Malick |
363 | Do the Right Thing | 81.15 | 90.78 | 80.26 | 77.04 | 1989 | Spike Lee |
364 | Out of the Past | 81.14 | 91.40 | 80.73 | 77.92 | 1947 | Jacques Tourneur |
365 | Strangers on a Train | 81.11 | 93.30 | 80.01 | 78.68 | 1951 | Alfred Hitchcock |
366 | Blue Velvet | 81.11 | 83.48 | 78.98 | 77.09 | 1986 | David Lynch |
367 | That Obscure Object of Desire | 81.09 | 89.40 | 79.59 | 78.11 | 1977 | Luis Buñuel |
368 | What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? | 81.08 | 80.23 | 80.74 | 80.75 | 1962 | Robert Aldrich |
369 | My Night at Maud's | 81.07 | 88.15 | 79.51 | 79.42 | 1969 | Éric Rohmer |
370 | The Earrings of Madame de… | 81.07 | 92.15 | 80.36 | 77.05 | 1953 | Max Ophüls |
371 | The Conversation | 81.04 | 89.23 | 80.03 | 77.44 | 1974 | Francis Ford Coppola |
372 | The Killing | 81.03 | 91.50 | 79.51 | 79.21 | 1956 | Stanley Kubrick |
373 | The Servant | 81.03 | 87.83 | 79.45 | 78.57 | 1963 | Joseph Losey |
374 | The Intouchables | 81.03 | 67.15 | 82.13 | 84.70 | 2011 | Olivier Nakache, Éric Toledano |
375 | The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp | 81.01 | 94.15 | 81.57 | 75.44 | 1943 | Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger |
376 | Jaws | 81.01 | 90.98 | 79.91 | 75.70 | 1975 | Steven Spielberg |
377 | Winter Light | 81.01 | 73.55 | 81.51 | 79.95 | 1963 | Ingmar Bergman |
378 | Love Exposure | 81.01 | 80.88 | 82.23 | 79.55 | 2008 | Sion Sono |
379 | Hiroshima Mon Amour | 81.00 | 92.95 | 80.13 | 77.99 | 1959 | Alain Resnais |
380 | Day for Night | 80.98 | 92.55 | 80.21 | 78.27 | 1973 | François Truffaut |
381 | Ratatouille | 80.97 | 92.73 | 78.72 | 78.68 | 2007 | Brad Bird |
382 | Ghost in the Shell | 80.97 | 81.43 | 79.98 | 81.15 | 1995 | Mamoru Oshii |
383 | Germany Year Zero | 80.95 | 92.00 | 77.80 | 80.03 | 1948 | Roberto Rossellini |
384 | Spotlight | 80.93 | 93.00 | 79.75 | 77.55 | 2015 | Tom McCarthy |
385 | Die Hard | 80.93 | 79.58 | 81.11 | 79.43 | 1988 | John McTiernan |
386 | Laura | 80.93 | 93.80 | 79.70 | 78.47 | 1944 | Otto Preminger |
387 | Sleuth | 80.93 | 89.95 | 79.16 | 80.87 | 1972 | Joseph L. Mankiewicz |
388 | The Diving Bell and the Butterfly | 80.92 | 88.64 | 79.69 | 77.84 | 2007 | Julian Schnabel |
389 | The Handmaiden | 80.92 | 85.99 | 82.55 | 77.41 | 2016 | Park Chan-wook |
390 | Stand by Me | 80.90 | 80.20 | 81.28 | 79.54 | 1986 | Rob Reiner |
391 | Wolf Children | 80.90 | 80.15 | 80.40 | 81.27 | 2012 | Mamoru Hosoda |
392 | Marriage Story | 80.88 | 92.86 | 79.40 | 77.75 | 2019 | Noam Baumbach |
393 | Shoeshine | 80.87 | 93.75 | 79.02 | 79.38 | 1946 | Vittorio De Sica |
394 | Freaks | 80.85 | 84.70 | 77.66 | 80.31 | 1932 | Tod Browning |
395 | Nosferatu | 80.85 | 93.75 | 78.29 | 79.14 | 1922 | F. W. Murnau |
396 | Dial M for Murder | 80.84 | 77.60 | 81.17 | 81.31 | 1954 | Alfred Hitchcock |
397 | Amour | 80.81 | 90.90 | 77.74 | 78.19 | 2012 | Michael Haneke |
398 | 12 Years a Slave | 80.80 | 94.00 | 79.74 | 76.94 | 2013 | Steve McQueen |
399 | The Nightmare Before Christmas | 80.77 | 85.38 | 79.26 | 79.69 | 1993 | Henry Selick |
400 | Cabaret | 80.77 | 84.68 | 77.34 | 80.69 | 1972 | Bob Fosse |
401 | Central Station | 80.77 | 83.28 | 80.91 | 78.52 | 1998 | Walter Salles |
402 | Landscape in the Mist | 80.74 | 71.35 | 80.76 | 80.28 | 1988 | Theo Angelopoulos |
403 | 1917 | 80.73 | 84.37 | 80.65 | 79.33 | 2019 | Sam Mendes |
404 | Intolerance: Love's Struggle Throughout the Ages | 80.71 | 93.98 | 75.69 | 78.01 | 1916 | D. W. Griffith |
405 | Call Me by Your Name | 80.71 | 91.25 | 79.43 | 77.87 | 2017 | Luca Guadagnino |
406 | Midnight Cowboy | 80.71 | 82.98 | 79.10 | 79.50 | 1969 | John Schlesinger |
407 | Shadow of a Doubt | 80.70 | 94.38 | 79.31 | 76.04 | 1943 | Alfred Hitchcock |
408 | Interstellar | 80.70 | 74.16 | 81.30 | 82.25 | 2014 | Christopher Nolan |
409 | Hannah and Her Sisters | 80.69 | 88.95 | 79.15 | 77.98 | 1986 | Woody Allen |
410 | Monsters, Inc. | 80.68 | 85.29 | 79.37 | 80.08 | 2001 | Pete Docter, David Silverman |
411 | The Testament of Dr. Mabuse | 80.65 | 85.85 | 79.40 | 79.38 | 1933 | Fritz Lang |
412 | Downfall | 80.64 | 83.53 | 81.54 | 78.55 | 2004 | Oliver Hirschbiegel |
413 | Being There | 80.64 | 87.30 | 79.42 | 78.06 | 1979 | Hal Ashby |
414 | The Killer | 80.63 | 92.60 | 79.27 | 78.66 | 1989 | John Woo |
415 | My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown | 80.63 | 93.23 | 78.13 | 79.15 | 1989 | Jim Sheridan |
416 | Jean de Florette | 80.60 | 88.40 | 80.18 | 79.69 | 1986 | Claude Berri |
417 | The Big Lebowski | 80.57 | 74.80 | 82.28 | 78.57 | 1998 | Coen Brothers |
418 | The King's Speech | 80.57 | 90.86 | 78.50 | 78.59 | 2010 | Tom Hooper |
419 | Whisper of the Heart | 80.55 | 79.98 | 80.80 | 80.31 | 1995 | Yoshifumi Kondō |
420 | E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial | 80.54 | 93.08 | 77.22 | 77.82 | 1982 | Steven Spielberg |
421 | Infernal Affairs | 80.54 | 79.83 | 79.92 | 80.22 | 2002 | Andrew Lau, Alan Mak |
422 | The Prestige | 80.54 | 72.22 | 82.71 | 81.38 | 2006 | Christopher Nolan |
423 | Our Hospitality | 80.54 | 92.85 | 77.72 | 79.58 | 1923 | Buster Keaton, John G. Blystone |
424 | Zootopia | 80.53 | 85.22 | 78.84 | 80.18 | 2016 | Byron Howard, Rich Moore |
425 | Toy Story 2 | 80.49 | 92.59 | 78.51 | 77.05 | 1999 | John Lasseter, Ash Brannon, Lee Unkrich |
426 | Klaus | 80.48 | 75.00 | 81.07 | 81.41 | 2019 | Sergio Pablos |
427 | The Big Sleep | 80.45 | 92.10 | 79.74 | 77.58 | 1946 | Howard Hawks |
428 | Ford v Ferrari | 80.45 | 83.94 | 79.37 | 80.01 | 2019 | James Mangold |
429 | Dead Poets Society | 80.44 | 78.70 | 79.43 | 80.75 | 1989 | Peter Weir |
430 | The Terminator | 80.43 | 89.08 | 78.26 | 78.13 | 1984 | James Cameron |
431 | Naked | 80.43 | 84.48 | 80.39 | 77.34 | 1993 | Mike Leigh |
432 | Dangal | 80.41 | 83.00 | 79.68 | 80.56 | 2016 | Nitesh Tiwari |
433 | Kwaidan | 80.40 | 81.80 | 79.75 | 79.42 | 1964 | Masaki Kobayashi |
434 | The Man Who Would Be King | 80.40 | 90.55 | 78.24 | 77.79 | 1975 | John Huston |
435 | Wild Tales | 80.38 | 82.57 | 80.48 | 79.22 | 2014 | Damián Szifron |
436 | Groundhog Day | 80.38 | 80.08 | 79.31 | 79.35 | 1993 | Harold Ramis |
437 | Catch Me If You Can | 80.38 | 83.44 | 78.74 | 80.57 | 2002 | Steven Spielberg |
438 | I Vitelloni | 80.36 | 90.28 | 77.64 | 78.06 | 1953 | Federico Fellini |
439 | The Big Heat | 80.35 | 92.90 | 79.27 | 77.87 | 1953 | Fritz Lang |
440 | The Double Life of Véronique | 80.35 | 82.63 | 80.19 | 77.87 | 1991 | Krzysztof Kieślowski |
441 | Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? | 80.35 | 82.58 | 80.19 | 78.43 | 1966 | Mike Nichols |
442 | Requiem for a Dream | 80.33 | 71.39 | 81.39 | 80.93 | 2000 | Darren Aronofsky |
443 | Rope | 80.33 | 79.20 | 80.31 | 79.30 | 1948 | Alfred Hitchcock |
444 | Love and Death | 80.33 | 89.83 | 77.55 | 78.50 | 1975 | Woody Allen |
445 | The Remains of the Day | 80.29 | 86.88 | 78.75 | 78.80 | 1993 | James Ivory |
446 | Jules and Jim | 80.28 | 93.70 | 78.30 | 77.94 | 1962 | François Truffaut |
447 | The Gospel According to Matthew | 80.28 | 88.30 | 76.50 | 78.52 | 1964 | Pier Paolo Pasolini |
448 | How to Train Your Dragon | 80.27 | 81.97 | 79.45 | 80.24 | 2010 | Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois |
449 | Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 | 80.27 | 88.50 | 78.81 | 78.53 | 2011 | David Yates |
450 | Cat on a Hot Tin Roof | 80.26 | 87.05 | 79.46 | 79.79 | 1958 | Richard Brooks |
451 | The French Connection | 80.26 | 93.35 | 78.04 | 76.89 | 1971 | William Friedkin |
452 | Opening Night | 80.25 | 78.05 | 80.50 | 79.25 | 1977 | John Cassavetes |
453 | Hotel Rwanda | 80.24 | 84.54 | 79.34 | 79.40 | 2004 | Terry George |
454 | 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days | 80.22 | 92.51 | 77.76 | 76.22 | 2007 | Cristian Mungiu |
455 | Tampopo | 80.22 | 92.40 | 81.20 | 77.01 | 1985 | Juzo Itami |
456 | Scarface | 80.22 | 93.50 | 76.43 | 79.55 | 1932 | Howard Hawks, Howard Hughes |
457 | The Face of Another | 80.21 | 87.50 | 79.61 | 79.34 | 1966 | Hiroshi Teshigahara |
458 | The Roaring Twenties | 80.21 | 86.20 | 77.79 | 80.68 | 1939 | Raoul Walsh |
459 | Pickpocket | 80.20 | 93.80 | 76.41 | 76.47 | 1959 | Robert Bresson |
460 | Kiki's Delivery Service | 80.20 | 85.45 | 79.87 | 78.84 | 1989 | Hayao Miyazaki |
461 | A Prophet | 80.19 | 89.61 | 79.53 | 76.14 | 2009 | Jacques Audiard |
462 | Zelig | 80.19 | 90.00 | 76.50 | 80.29 | 1983 | Woody Allen |
463 | Trouble in Paradise | 80.18 | 88.20 | 79.35 | 77.62 | 1932 | Ernst Lubitsch |
464 | Gran Torino | 80.17 | 76.27 | 78.57 | 82.36 | 2008 | Clint Eastwood |
465 | Last Year at Marienbad | 80.16 | 88.25 | 78.29 | 77.37 | 1961 | Alain Resnais |
466 | All the President's Men | 80.15 | 85.95 | 80.48 | 76.46 | 1976 | Alan J. Pakula |
467 | Breaking the Waves | 80.15 | 79.85 | 78.46 | 79.55 | 1996 | Lars von Trier |
468 | Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade | 80.14 | 74.28 | 81.44 | 80.57 | 1989 | Steven Spielberg |
469 | Divorce Italian Style | 80.12 | 91.00 | 79.28 | 78.26 | 1961 | Pietro Germi |
470 | Edward Scissorhands | 80.12 | 78.65 | 78.09 | 80.73 | 1990 | Tim Burton |
471 | The Thing | 80.12 | 67.98 | 82.60 | 79.34 | 1982 | John Carpenter |
472 | Perfect Blue | 80.11 | 74.05 | 80.91 | 80.09 | 1997 | Satoshi Kon |
473 | Down by Law | 80.10 | 79.03 | 78.98 | 79.61 | 1986 | Jim Jarmusch |
474 | Bringing Up Baby | 80.10 | 90.75 | 78.25 | 76.45 | 1938 | Howard Hawks |
475 | The Phantom of Liberty | 80.09 | 85.10 | 78.89 | 78.66 | 1974 | Luis Buñuel |
476 | Bonnie and Clyde | 80.07 | 85.38 | 78.16 | 78.23 | 1967 | Arthur Penn |
477 | The Incredibles | 80.07 | 89.69 | 79.77 | 75.78 | 2004 | Brad Bird |
478 | Rocky | 80.04 | 79.73 | 79.17 | 79.29 | 1976 | John G. Avildsen |
479 | His Girl Friday | 80.03 | 94.15 | 79.24 | 76.72 | 1940 | Howard Hawks |
480 | Mommy | 80.03 | 80.79 | 80.39 | 79.13 | 2014 | Xavier Dolan |
481 | Mon Oncle | 80.03 | 88.00 | 78.03 | 78.76 | 1958 | Jacques Tati |
482 | My Fair Lady | 79.99 | 91.85 | 77.53 | 78.00 | 1964 | George Cukor |
483 | Charade | 79.98 | 85.55 | 79.37 | 78.72 | 1963 | Stanley Donen |
484 | Stalag 17 | 79.95 | 87.13 | 79.62 | 77.79 | 1953 | Billy Wilder |
485 | Boyhood | 79.95 | 97.08 | 76.08 | 75.95 | 2014 | Richard Linklater |
486 | The Secret in Their Eyes | 79.95 | 82.49 | 81.27 | 77.67 | 2009 | Juan José Campanella |
487 | Ninotchka | 79.95 | 90.15 | 77.99 | 78.50 | 1939 | Ernst Lubitsch |
488 | Pierrot le Fou | 79.94 | 81.75 | 77.84 | 76.65 | 1965 | Jean-Luc Godard |
489 | The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser | 79.94 | 89.10 | 78.30 | 78.27 | 1974 | Werner Herzog |
490 | Stroszek | 79.94 | 88.40 | 79.50 | 77.77 | 1977 | Werner Herzog |
491 | A Hard Day's Night | 79.93 | 93.73 | 76.82 | 77.08 | 1964 | Richard Lester |
492 | Onibaba | 79.90 | 74.75 | 79.42 | 79.96 | 1964 | Kaneto Shindo |
493 | Repulsion | 79.85 | 92.68 | 77.29 | 76.57 | 1965 | Roman Polanski |
494 | Like Stars on Earth | 79.85 | 80.50 | 79.54 | 79.86 | 2007 | Aamir Khan, Amole Gupte |
495 | Duck Soup | 79.84 | 92.33 | 79.01 | 74.92 | 1933 | Leo McCarey |
496 | Carlito's Way | 79.83 | 70.28 | 79.16 | 82.01 | 1993 | Brian De Palma |
497 | Nashville | 79.82 | 93.23 | 76.89 | 74.92 | 1975 | Robert Altman |
498 | The Triplets of Belleville | 79.82 | 88.97 | 76.57 | 78.66 | 2003 | Sylvain Chomet |
499 | Dr. Mabuse the Gambler | 79.81 | 85.10 | 76.88 | 79.98 | 1922 | Fritz Lang |
500 | Gone Girl | 79.79 | 83.03 | 79.32 | 78.87 | 2014 | David Fincher |
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