No The Godfather, Vertigo, or Citizen Kane? Where are Bergman, Tarkovsky, Kurosawa, or Godard? On someone else's list, that's where. This is my favorites list, and I delight in the idea of Amadeus rubbing elbows with Pitch Perfect, A Separation consorting with Intolerable Cruelty, and City Lights hobnobbing with You've Got Mail. There's no accounting for taste and even less chance of trying to understand it. It is what it is. And for me, these 99 are the ones, the pinnacle, the cream of the crop. These are the ones that bring a tear to my eye, gather me up in a warm hug, or set me adrift on blissful swells of wonder and joy. They're my favorites, consensus—and quality—be damned.