Fargo?

Fargo: A film based on a true story that I regret watching. Yup, I’m pretty sure that sums up my opinion of the movie quite nicely. Aside from it being one of the more depressing films I’ve suffered through; quality wise it felt as if it was a Sunday morning feature film on a public television channel like WB11 or even worse PAX. Seeing as the movie was based on a series of true events I have to give credit to the way the movie was done, it is quite hard to have a hilarious sex scene and a man being killed with an axe then disposed via a wood chipper all in movie let alone have it done tastefully. Though tasteful isn’t saying much to be honest, I think the movie was only received as well as it was because of the big name producer and director behind it. The Coen Brothers I believe are most akin to being the Kanye West of the Film scene, they start out by having something that entertains people and provides a fresh element to something otherwise becoming stale. Though that success reaches a point in their ego inflated brains and they realize “hey, why try harder” I prefer to start my shit storm of an actual review with the end of the movie, as that was my second favorite part aside from the kidnapped women running around with a black sack on her head and constantly tripping and falling. Now what irked me the most was that Margie seemed to be giving the arrested murder in the back of her car some sort of a morality check. She sure isn’t Oprah and I doubt this guy is actually going to internalize anything she said. So it was almost like the end of the movie was set up to further denounce the evils, horrors and atrocities that took place in the movie. Most of the movie was sequestered by introduction of an odd variety of characters that each seemed to have a more unbearable accent than the last, this of course is only made tolerable because the characters seem to mysteriously disappear as soon as they introduced. By far the most bizarre occurrence in the movie is the inclusion of all the awkward scenes in which there is just silence and one camera angle for an extended period of time. Personally I don’t believe in that much symbolism in such a short period of time. I prefer movies that have my childhood fantasies and heroes displayed on the big screen, almost as if they are flung out of my imagination. I find joy not in who directed the movie or who starred in it, but rather in how much the movie resonated with me and what feelings it evoked. Movies like X Men brought my childhood to life, though Fargo did all it could to put the nail in that coffin.