I would marry this movie. Sincerely.

Rating: 10/10 (12 November 1998)

I've seen Fargo probably 40 times, and you know how many times it took me to realize that this film is the mosy utterly perfect film of all time? ONE. Period. After the first time I saw it, I fell in love with it. Completely, head over heels in love. I have become a commonlaw husband to it, and I think I treat my copy of the film better than I will ever treat any woman (if you are a prospective significant other out there, I'm sorry.) This is the film I aspire to someday become fused within, to live with Marge and Norm "Son of a Gun"derson, or the Lundegaards. This is the movie that made me think of movies as a higher art. THE higher art, I should say. There is never a dull moment in this film, and if you watch it with someone who likes to make talkie during the silences, please kick them in the head, every milli-second of silence is vital. This quiet, every milli-second, is crafted to perfection, and is worth any line of dialogue. Although I must say, the dialogue ain't bad. So, to sum it up, again, Fargo is the most beautiful movie, aesthetically and otherwise, I can imagine.