In this incarnation of Fargo, evil isn’t just expressed haphazardly or ineptly through accident or spontaneous acts of violence.
Another entry into the “small-town murder unravels the ties that bind the town together” tale that fails to bring anything new to the genre.
A couple of New Yorkers (yeah, Jewish guys) have been hearing about a particular restaurant for years, the best place for lunch in town, bar none.
There is some fantastic staging at work here.
Your reaction to Rashômon will likely be determined, at least in part, by your attitude toward Nietzsche’s assertion that “God is dead.”