A dark comedy that holds you beginning to end - Fargo Season 3

Season 3 of Fargo maintains its quirkiness right to the end; it's a rare mini-series drama in that (despite the jokey disclaimer that fronts each episode: This is a true story ... - I get it, did you have to go back to this every time!) we don't believe in for one second, nor are we meant to do so. The characters, except for the lead, detective Gloria played by the excellent Carrie Coon, are cartoonish versions of, by turns evil incarnate and bumbling naivete. The plot, though the gears click, is ludicrous - a blood-bath of brutal killings and finance schemes - yet it keeps us loving along, alternately laughing and hiding our eyes. You've got to love the strength and determination of the petty thieves, esp Mary Eliz Winstead as Nikki Swengo, Ewan McGregor's double role-playing (the brother Stussy), and David Thewlis as VM Varga, the sleaze who puts the squeeze on Stussy's parking-lot empire and turns it into a $200-million holding off-shore company. I can't say that this series is morally enlightened, or enlightening, but it's a comic romp in the darkest manner that plays out among the seemingly kindly and innocent people of great Midwest - and by the way the photography of the winter scenes in Minnesota is consistently engaging and, in its dark way, quite beautiful, much like Fargo itself.