Yes, I’m still watching Fargo on FX.
No, I don’t know why.
Wait, I do know why. It’s because I’m a little OCD in some ways, and I’ve made it this far, so now it’s sort of a trial by fire kind of thing.
That, and there’s apparently more than a touch of mental masochist in my intellectual make-up.
There are gaping plot flaws you can drive a tank through with room to spare on either side. There are cliched tropes that make me want to hurl something at my TV and revoke the right of the screen writers to write.
I guess I sort of want to see how much worse it can get.
Raining fish? SERIOUSLY? And does ANYONE on that show NOT understand how a hot water system works? That you cannot just dump gallons of pig blood into it like topping off your windshield washer fluid?
Ugh.
I mean, seriously, UGH.
But it’s almost over.
Fortunately, Longmire is back on. And that is quality TV. (The books by Craig Johnson are AMAZEBALLS, too!)