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The OGs: Chris Rock Shines in Fargo’s Brilliant Season 4

America is the great melting pot. Immigrants from all over the world come here to get their chance at a new life in the Land of Opportunity. They take on our ways — our belief in equality and liberty — and, eventually, a bit of their culture becomes a part of the mix. That’s how we got pizza, rock-and-roll, and the best organized crime in the world.

The immigrant experience in the Midwest is a prime example of how the melting pot works. At the turn of the 20th century, Jews ran the crime syndicates of Kansas City. Then, after World War I and an influenza pandemic shook up the country, a new, tight-knit, ethnically based group versed in extortion, racketeering, and violence arrived to challenge “The Hebrews.” The dominance of the Irish mob in the “Paris of the Plains” lasted only 14 years until the Cosa Nostra arrived.

You’re darn tootin’ — (above, center) Jason Schwartzman leads Fargo’s Fadda family.

Thanks to The Godfather, the Italian mafia are the popular face of organized crime. The Fadda family ruled the Midwestern rackets until 1949, when their dominance was challenged by the Cannons, a Black gang. They, too, were an ethnic crime organization who banded together for mutual protection and economic advancement while fleeing Jim Crow persecution in their own country.

Thus begins season four of Fargo, showrunner Noah Hawley’s sprawling anthology series inspired by the Coen Brothers’ 1996 film masterpiece. The original Fargo remains an unassuming tour de force of unhinged violence and Midwest manners. Frances McDormand’s portrayal of Marge Gunderson, the pregnant, small-town police chief who unravels a clumsy tangle of kidnapping and murder, earned her the first of two Academy Awards. Her husband, Joel Coen, received his half of the Best Screenplay Oscar for the film. They are responsible for the tonal tightrope act that makes Fargo unique. When Marge’s combination of decency and empathy comes up against Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy) and his half-baked plan to kidnap his wife, which leads to multiple homicides, she calmly unravels the crime. Only at the end, after five people are dead and she’s taking the murderers to justice, does she contemplate the big picture. “All for what? For a little bit of money? There’s more to life than a little money, you know.”

The three seasons of Fargo FX has produced so far have dispelled any skepticism I might have had as to whether Hawley and company can recapture Fargo‘s lightning in a bottle. Each season has told an independent story of crime and dubious punishment set in the upper Midwest, with the second season, which saw Kirsten Dunst and Jesse Plemons trying to cover up a hit-and-run while being stalked by a North Dakota crime family — and sheriff Ted Danson — being the best. For season four, Chris Rock stars as Loy Cannon, the upstart head of the Black crime syndicate that is moving into the KC territory with more smarts and subtlety than the Italian powers-that-be.

Chris Rock runs a rival crime syndicate moving in on the Faddas’ territory.

When the balance of criminal power is threatened, the crime families have a tradition that’s intended to build trust between them. The syndicate leaders trade youngest sons, raising them in rival families — as hostages and as real-life examples of the melting pot. It’s a bold plan that, judging from the lengthy opening sequence, has never worked. At best, it only delays the inevitable betrayal.

Still, the uneasy alliance is holding until, in true Fargo fashion, random fate intervenes. The Fadda patriarch (Tommaso Ragno) is killed in a freak accident, leaving his less-experienced son Josto (Jason Schwartzman) in charge, and setting up power plays both between and within the rival gangs.

Hawley, who wrote and directed the first two episodes, spends most of the initial two hours introducing a massive cast of characters. The most impressive is Jessie Buckley, recently seen in I’m Thinking of Ending Things, who slowly reveals the depths of Nurse Mayflower’s psychosis. E’myri Crutchfield is mesmerizing as Ethelrida Smutny, a 16-year-old savant who sees her parents being drawn into the coming conflagration. Rock devotes his considerable gifts toward summoning the gravitas expected of a crime boss; his scenes with consigliere Doctor Senator (Glynn Turman) recall Brando and Duvall in The Godfather.

Fargo has been one of the best-looking shows on television throughout its run. Season four continues that tradition with leaf-swept scenes of idyllic Midwestern autumn. As does Lovecraft Country, one of Hawley’s ambitions is to tackle racism through the lens of genre stories. So far, Fargo is neat and focused where Lovecraft Country is scattered and visceral. If I can find flaw in Fargo, it’s that it is taking its sweet time to get to the meat of the story. But there’s plenty of pleasure to be had watching Hawley set up the pieces on his game board, and I’ll be coming back for more.

Fargo Season 4 is on FX and Hulu.

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Chris Rock and a Hard Place

“If you saw Tina Turner and Ike having a lovely breakfast, would you say their relationship’s improved? Some people would. But a smart person would go, ‘Oh, he stopped punching her in the face.'”

The quote is from an interview with comedian Chris Rock in New York magazine this week. It was widely shared online and is well worth the two clicks it will take you to find it. His point with the above quote?

“To say [electing] Obama is progress is saying that he’s the first black person that is qualified to be president. That’s not black progress. That’s white progress. There’s been black people qualified to be president for hundreds of years.”

Anyone who’s been in this country for a few decades can see that racial progress has been made from the pre-civil rights era, but the recent events in Ferguson have opened new wounds and have pulled the covers off a nasty strain of American bigotry.

Rock also said, “I’ve invented a new app that helps you find out which of your friends are racists. It’s called Facebook.” Boy, did he nail that one. The posts on social media vilifying Michael Brown and his family are almost unavoidable at this point. Lots of people now seem to think it’s important to convince others (and themselves) that Brown deserved to die. It’s ugly out there in social media land.

There’s little doubt that Brown was foolishly aggressive with a cop and that his behavior contributed to his death. And there’s no question that the ensuing burning and looting in Ferguson gave those who wanted to turn this incident into an excuse to paint all blacks as “thugs” a great opportunity to do so.

But it’s also likely that if a cop shot and killed a teenager who lived in your neighborhood and left his body in the street for hours in broad daylight, you and your neighbors would be upset and angry. There’s also little doubt that the prosecutor in this case gamed the grand jury system, putting his thumb on the scales to keep Officer Darren Wilson’s actions from objective legal scrutiny.

Little noticed in all the Ferguson furor was the subsequent case of Tamir Rice, a 12-year-old boy who was shot by Cleveland, Ohio, police on November 21st. Unlike in the Brown case, there is video of this horrific killing. The cops pulled up at high speed, screeched to a halt, jumped out, and shot Rice within three seconds. I urge you to watch it, and then try to convince yourself this kid did anything that would make him deserve to die — or that the cops followed any kind of logical protocol. And ask yourself if you really think the cops would have done the same thing to a white kid playing with a toy pistol in a park in the suburbs.

Yes, there’s been progress, but we have a lot more work to do. Ratcheting up the hate and anger won’t get us anywhere. We’ve got to stop punching each other in the face.

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Stand-up to silver screen: Chris Rock’s baby steps

Stand-up comedians have a notoriously difficult time finding suitable vehicles for translating whatever it is that makes them successful on stage into quality movies. Chris Rock has just as poor a track record in film as any comic. It’s not for lack of talent: He’s his generation’s Richard Pryor, if anybody is. So why is it that the man Entertainment Weekly placed at the top of their “Funniest People in America” list in 2004 has never headlined a real box-office smash?

Rock probably need not look any further than his own filmography to lay the blame. But, to his credit, he’s taken matters into his own hands. He wrote and directed himself in the forgettable Head of State in 2003, and now he’s back again doing triple duty with I Think I Love My Wife.

Rock’s movie is based on, of all things, Eric Rohmer’s 1972 French art-house hit Chloe in the Afternoon. The remake has Rock as Richard Cooper, one of the few African Americans working for a mid-sized investment firm; he’s white collar, the others are service staff. Richard’s been married for years to Brenda (Gina Torres), and they have two young kids. Their home is filled with the detritus of everyday suburban parenthood: dinosaurs, dirty laundry, kids’ half-finished craft projects, home-improvement shows on the TV. The Coopers’ marriage is a sexless one; they talk about it at marriage counseling. In voiceover, Richard says it all: “I’m bored out of my fucking mind.”

Into this, an acquaintance from Richard’s single life resurfaces: Nikki (Kerry Washington), who’s beautiful and impertinent, confronting him with questions about his marriage. She ties up his seven-year-itch brain with her siren song just as she repulses him with obnoxious, damaged-girl games.

Rock’s performance is uneven. His narration lacks conviction, and the comedy often seems ripped from his stand-up routine rather than being an organic extension of his character. But he’s also convincing acting the square to Washington’s vamp tramp. (To achieve the look, Rock has his character wear glasses; it’s like his version of Robin Williams’ beard.)

Similarly, Rock hits and misses as a screenwriter. Richard’s moral uncertainty isn’t fully fleshed out — it’s Rohmer in the set-up but not in the details — and the film lacks narrative focus. But I Think I Love My Wife draws sharp observations of its characters, such as how the Coopers try to raise race-blind children by spelling rather than saying “white” and “black.” It’s also nice to see a movie where the worn-out “carpe diem” theme is trashed in favor of suggesting that life should be lived knowing it ain’t short at all.

For all its flaws, Rock’s newest is a big step in the right direction. That it can be termed a “disappointment” rather than just “bad” means there might still be hope for Chris Rock as a movie actor. He’s no Pauly Shore, after all.

I Think I Love My Wife

Opening Friday, March 16th

Multiple locations