In case you don’t already know, Fargo is one of my favorite movies of all time. Depending on the mood I’m in when you ask me, it may even top the list. I elaborated on my love for it in a recent review, but suffice to say that I think it’s a brilliant examination of moral and ethical boundaries; what they mean, why they exist, and why people cross them. My point is that you’d be hard pressed to find a tougher critic for a television adaptation of Fargo than me.
Since the Academy Awards a few weeks ago, there’s been a lull in content on Popcorn Culture. That’s mostly due to the lack of good movies being released, as always happens around this time of year. The Grand Budapest Hotel and Nymphomaniac are around the corner, but they’re not in theaters near me yet. So to compensate for this drought, I’m introducing a new series. It’s something I’ve really never done before, so it should be interesting to see how it goes. Every so often, when there’s some downtime on the site, I’ll write up a review of one of my favorite films of all time. The inaugural post will be for the 1996 Coen Bros. classic Fargo. Enjoy!