By dawn, the list had thinned. TheMovieFlixin Best wasn’t a single winner but a constellation: the handful of films we kept returning to, each a small planet with its gravity. We printed the list on napkins and tucked them into pockets like lucky charms. Some people took photos, framing freeze-frames on their phones as if to domesticate the feeling and make it portable. Others simply memorized the titles, like spells one might whisper to ward off the ordinary.