This is probably my least favorite season of Fargo and it was still really solid.

But the entire thing was just too long. This was eleven episodes that could have been trimmed down to eight fairly easily; it feels like a consequence of Hawley's stature within FX being so sacrosanct that nobody can tell him no. (That's projection, of course, but if he was going to be indulgent I would have preferred him to be at least interestingly indulgent.)



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