You would think it'd be a fool's errand to try and adapt one of the Coen Brothers' most singular films to the small screen, but against the odds Noah Hawley delivered one of the most imminently watchable series of this Peak TV era. Less a "Fargo" show and more of a serialized window into the Coen Brothers Universe, Season One manages a pitch perfect balance between violent crime thriller and absurdist humor. Bravo.
Besides the scenery-chewing Key & Peele's incongruous cameo subplot and a few tacky references to the film, this is perfect. As much "No Country" as it is "Fargo;" Billy Bob is absolutely out of control as the most acrimonious, derisive, existential serial killer since Javier Bardem's Anton Chigurh. Compelling, sprawling and thrillingly unpredictable.
That last fucking episode pissed me off. No, I don't think Colin Hanks deserved to get Malvo. And I definitely don't think he should've been allowed to go home and watch TV after his act of vigilante murder. It should've been the deaf guy, and nobody should've learned anything from it or received any closure. And Lester's all-too-metaphorical death was annoying. It's just a so-so mash-up of Fargo and Anton Chigurh.