As much as I have affection for Raising Arizona and The Big Lebowski, I despise Fargo, as repulsive a movie as I can think of (and only exceeded in pornographic ugliness by No Country for Old Men).

Fargo is a nauseating piece of rotten meat, run through a wood-chipper. It's a one-joke blood bath, and that one joke is how supposedly dopey North Dakotans sound.

I left this trash feeling utterly dispirited and dirty. I waited for my wife and toddler daughter to get home from work and day care. The feelings went away, but the disgust left a scar.

Shame on the Coen brothers.