The Best Season Yet: Fargo (Review)

Season four of Fargo—in what I fear is their Swan Song—has brought me to my preverbal knees. In my opinion, this is the series’s most magnificent season—within a series of three magnificent seasons. It was stunning in every regard; and if this is not their final season, it should be, because I cannot see where they go from here or how they could possibly top themselves. Chris Rock MUST receive Emmy, Golden Globe, and SAG Award nods, winning them all! 

Jason Schwartzman was fantastic, as always. Showrunner, Noah Hawley’s writing is soul-imploding (I swear I am not being hyperbolic); and specifically, Dana Gonzales’s directing on the season (series😬) finale, Storia Americana, is heart-imploding (again, I swear I am not being hyperbolic). 

At the end, as the credits began to roll, I wept...until, the twist came that connected this current season to season two—shocked me back to dry-eyed life.

What a season! Brava to all involved! (And I am not surprised that white critics deemed this season, not the best of the bunch; it leads with an intentional American Black narrative and, although at times, it is told with too careful a hand, to me, it was beautifully clear and an important story to tell.) - Erika L. Ganier