As true as Fargo/ This is a true story

Joannie 2021-10-13 13:05:30

Here is the movie Fargo. The Coen brothers opened up a clear meaning: "This is a true story..." and then whispered: "The events depicted in this film took place in Minnesota in 1987..." The neurotic car sales manager met the killer two in Fargo, North Dakota. He plans to kidnap his own wife so that he can tap money from his wealthy father-in-law to invest in the ideal project. As the protagonist of an excellent cult film, the killers turned the original simple kidnapping task into flesh and blood: a headshot patrol on the interstate on a snowy night, and two unlucky witnesses; suddenly when the ransom was raised Stubborn old father-in-law, add a parking lot toll collector; the blonde killer collapsed the manager's wife while eating frozen food while watching a soap opera in the hut in the woods. Finally, he killed his comrades with a baseball bat, and then he squeezed it into the wood shredder in his spare time. The pregnant policewoman in the simple town hides her secrets, and she has just finished the case single-handedly: with a human leg left in the wood chipper, the policewoman touched the door and fell two shots to the blonde who fled on the open snow. The man then returned to his bald husband, hugged in bed and watched TV, waiting for the due date two months later.

Before the accomplices were killed, they wanted to monopolize a million ransom. He buried the black cash box in the empty white snow and looked up and down to find the marker, so he inserted a bright red snow brush as a mark - no one knows except for Mr. Companion who entered the wood chipper soon afterwards. The exact location of the money - this is the biggest myth surrounding Fargo. When the body of the Japanese woman was found in the snow near Fargo in 2001, the social news page of the crazy Zaobao immediately made a big article with the title "Cult film sparked hunt for a fortune", and the lead was "A Japanese woman searched a remote" area of ​​America during a quest to find a briefcase containing almost $1m buried by a fictional character in the cult film Fargo."

Four years ago, a woman named Takako Konishi flew from Tokyo to Minneapolis, and then took a Greyhound to Bismarke in North Dakota and headed towards the small town of Fargo. Takako wandering in the heavy snow, half-length black coat + short skirt + black stockings and boots, the ordinary Harajuku style shocked the conservative town residents to call the police. The policeman who had seen her said that she was holding a hand-drawn map with a road and a big tree, and she kept talking words that sounded like fargo. According to the police officer, despite the help of an electronic dictionary, the two parties still cannot communicate effectively. There happened to be a cult fan in the police. It was estimated that she had also thought about the Fargo treasure, so it was logical that she was a super cult otaku and came to find the ransom box hidden in the movie. The police uncle tried to explain in the simplest English: Fargo is just a movie, it is made up, fake, and money does not exist. They called all over the oriental restaurant and supermarket, but couldn't find half of the Japanese translation, so they had to let her leave first.

A few days later, Takako died in the snow beside the Fargo Highway. The mass media quickly came to a preliminary conclusion that the cause of death: death from low temperature, and the motive for death: treasure hunt. Further investigation revealed a large amount of alcohol and sedatives in the deceased's body, so the conclusion turned into: unsuccessful treasure hunt, suicide or accidental overdose. For her, there is no other way to die that will be more popular with the American people. This small, thin, weirdly dressed woman speaks an unintelligible language, a woman from an alien planet named Japan who crosses the ocean. , The corpse in a strange country. Everyone here marveled at her death for a second: Oh, these weird people! Then they immersed themselves in their lives, and used them to talk and laugh after dinner.

Because the American people all know that Fargo's machinations were officially exposed when it first came out. After the film won the Oscars, reporters flocked to Fargo, trying to find bits and pieces of the 1987 woodchopper murder, but they all came back. The talk show host forced to ask, Is this really a true story? Brother Coen smiled slyly, What is true story? Fargo of course is a true story, it's based on a true story that hasn't happened yet. The only middle-aged man, the cautious housewife, the harsh and ruthless old fritters, the rigid moral code, use Minnesota Nice to cover up the incompetent Midwest Scandinavian cultural circle... all the subtle elements are true. Nothing can be added, so what is the difference between a wood chipper or a chainsaw, kidnapping or robbery, and the death of five or fifty people?

How could a woman named Takako Konishi know this if it were reported. Without the seemingly superfluous curiosity of the young director Paul Berczeller two years later, her death would serve as another urban legend, along with themes such as "the strange power of neo-noir movies" or "the brainy foreigners". Passed on. Paul Berczeller, who wanted to make a documentary for paranoid fans, accidentally found another version of Takako’s death story: her married American lover named Doug was born in Mingzhou. She sent a suicide note to her home in Japan before her death. She called it at the hotel. The last phone call from Doug, who hid in Singapore, her experience with Doug traveling back and forth between Minnesota and Tokyo in the past few years - it was once a dangerous transoceanic extramarital affair - perhaps, the two have also seen Fargo together, perhaps by name The man named Doug also jokingly told the story of the true and false Fargo treasure, maybe, just maybe, he even had a childish appointment to go on a treasure hunt. But only for a moment. Immediately, the screen jumped to the end of love and righteousness, and disappeared in smoke. Takako was left alone, relived the beautiful journey in his memory, crossed the Pacific Ocean, and came to this harsh Minnesota winter alone.

A woman named Takako Konishi, in the icy town where her lover was born, in the dazzling snow field in the day, or in the mysterious snow of the night, swallowed a calming pill with wine, leaned back against the big tree, and fell asleep quietly. The former landlord cried to Paul Berczeller, who was chasing to Tokyo. She was once such an ordinary urban OL, was heartbroken for that man, and was drunk and aided. She should have believed in princes and princesses, pure love for fairy tales, should also be suppressed through the ignorant era, worried about exam results, going to various cram schools, having some specious relationships, and panicking over the passing of time. She should have jumped over for buying discounted brand names, and she should have been desperate for recognizing the powerless social rules. Of course, she should be happy or uneasy for love. THAT, is the true story. The truth is like those heartbreaking tenderness, those heart-wrenching loves, those sweet sadness and sad sweetness, those crying and crying in midnight dreams... All the subtle elements are too real to be added, then, pills or Gas, in heavy snow or in the bathtub, in Minnesota or in the sea of ​​Fuji trees, suicide and death or living sadly, what is the difference!

A woman named Takako Konishi. What is written in Chinese characters? Takako Konishi? Takako? Lixiazi? Da Xiangzi? No way to know. Even the omnipotent Google guy has no record. Lost in translation.

A woman named Takako Konishi. Because he didn't want her, she died. Died in the lonely heavy snow. This lady butterfly of the new century! Takako's trembling, desperate love, together with Fargo, is intertwined into a seed-like metaphor, buried in the endless snowy field in the bottom of our hearts. If one day comes on a whim and misses those long-lived true stories, you know, just look for the bright red snow brush on the white snow.

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Extended Reading
  • Rashawn 2022-03-25 09:01:03

    In contrast to the adaptation of the next episode, some plot elements of the episode version have been reorganized by transposition, such as the police and pregnant women are not one, and the implicit parking lot plot driving points, such as the escaped ticket copy... At the same time strengthened the villain The charm value.

  • Leonard 2022-03-23 09:01:03

    Very dark and very life. The policewoman is very cute, and the stupid thief is unlucky. But I was bored watching Cohen's plays.

Fargo quotes

  • Shep Proudfoot: [to Carl after he inadvertently put a police chief on Shep's trail who's an ex-con] Fuckin' asshole!

  • Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Mr. Lundegaard? This is Reilly Diefenbach from GMAC. How are you this morning?

    Jerry Lundegaard: [into the phone] Real good. How are you?

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Pretty good, Mr. Lundegaard. I must say, you are damn hard to get a hold of over the phone.

    Jerry Lundegaard: Well, we're pretty darn busy here, but that's the way we like it.

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Well, that's for sure. The reason why I've been trying to reach you is that these last financing documents that you sent over to us... I can't read the serial numbers of the vehicles...

    Jerry Lundegaard: [getting nervous] Yah, well I already got the money. The loans are in place. I already got the...

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Yah, the 320 thousand... you got the money last month from us.

    Jerry Lundegaard: So, we're all set then.

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Yah, but the vehicles that you're borrowing on, I just can't read the serial numbers on your application. Maybe if you could just read...

    Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, but the deal's already done. I've already got the money.

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Yah, but we have an audit here and I just have to know that these vehicles that your financing with this money that they really exist.

    Jerry Lundegaard: [getting more nervous] Well... they exist all right.

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Well, I'm pretty sure they do, but I can't read the serial numbers here. Maybe if you could read the numbers to me on the first...

    Jerry Lundegaard: Yah... well... see... I don't have them in front of me. Why don't I just fax you over a copy?

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] No, no, a fax is no good. That's what I have here and I can't read the darn thing.

    Jerry Lundegaard: Yah, I'll have my girl send you a copy then.

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] Okay, that's good. But I need to tell you that if I can't correlate these numbers with those specific vehicles, then I'm gonna have to call back all that money.

    Jerry Lundegaard: How much money did you say that was?

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] $320,000. I have to correlate that money with the cars that it's being lent on.

    Jerry Lundegaard: Okay, no problem. I'll just fax...

    Reilly Diefenbach: [voice] No, no...

    Jerry Lundegaard: I mean send it right over. I'll shoot it right over. Good bye.

    [hangs up]