TV Club: Meet the new Fargo, same as the old Fargo

Call it Minnesota drag. I’ve been trying to come up with a good way to describe why I enjoy watching Fargo as much as I do, even when an episode (like tonight’s season 3 premiere) doesn’t do much more than putter. Honestly? I think it’s the shtick. It’s an inarguably cheap thrill, but watching familiar faces spout out “ehs?” and “Aw jeezes” in their softer-side-of-Sears outfits while trudging through an endless wasteland of white always gives me a thrill. There’s something soothing about it, in a way I can never quite pin down. Maybe it’s the feeling of familiarity and newness all at once, of seeing well-worn tropes (the down on his luck asshole, the righteous cop, the businessman in over his head with some bad folks, the femme fatale) rearranged in new scenarios. I don’t know how deep it is, but …

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