This continues a collection of posts all related in some way to the TV series Fargo. In this case the connection is direct.

I was late to watching Season 3 of Fargo and at the end I concluded late was too soon.  At the end of the book, Hannibal, I was convinced it could not have been written by the man who gave us Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs.  Sure Tom Harris stuck his name on the cover, but it could not have been his work.  Gone was all the style, all the thrills, all the charm and in their stead was poop thrown against the wall to see what stuck.  Same feeling with season 3 of Fargo.  A group of chimps throwing feces at visitors would have been more entertaining, but then there was the view of Mary Elizabeth Winstead's dorsal surface for which we all say, thank you.

The word to describe her is marvelous.  She is a goddess and I hear Obi Wan has left his wife for her, but then who wouldn't?