Movie Review: “Fargo”
I’m seeing a lot more movies now that I have a cardio workout machine with a DVD player right in front of it. Yesterday and today I started and finished “Fargo”, a dark, violent 1996 comedy about a kidnapping and several murders.*
A little filter here: if you like the radio program; “Prairie Home Companion”, you will probably enjoy Fargo, and the reverse is probably true as well. The Minnesota characterizations are as familiar as if ol’ Garrison Keillor himself were narrating the film, which he isn’t. The film is like being IN one of his stories, instead of just hearing it on the radio.
One thing I look for in a story is whether I care about any of the characters. Right away I cared about Mr. Lundegaard, who is plotting with a couple lowlife characters to kidnap his wife and split the ransom money with him. Not to say I wished him well, y’know, but I did care what happened to him. He wasn’t so much unlikable as frustratingly, criminally stupid.
And the two lowlife characters, well you just can’t help caring what happens to them, y’know. Without worrying about spoilers (since I’m pretty sure that I am the last person in the world to see this film), it works out very satisfactorily.
There were two super-competent people in the movie; a very likable, pregnant detective, and a silent, lethal murderer whose stupendously idiotic and talkative accomplice was incredibly entertaining in his own right.
There are a few scary moments. See, I couldn’t help caring about the lady detective when she goes tramping off through the snow through the woods against the murderer, carrying only her little service revolver. He was the kind you couldn’t glance away from for an instant.
I loved the ending with the lady detective and her husband. It made me want to buy a three-cent stamp. Anyway, in the unlikely event you have not seen the film, and now that it has percolated down to the discount DVD racks, yard sales and video store clearances, I definitely recommend it.
*(When people recommend movies to me, sometimes I don’t get around to seeing them right away. Same with books. There’s no rhyme or reason to it.)