But even beyond the regional colloquialisms and the broad accents, which most of us in the Cities are quick to claim are more the province of the outstate crowd, is another smartly constructed, wickedly executed black comedy about the inherent weirdness of people, a satire reflecting how humanity's grand, inevitably failed gestures (represented here by cinematographer Roger Deakins's Lawrence of Arabia -pinching opening shots and composer Carter Burwell's insistently, hilariously ethnic dirges) are no match for mankind's pettiness and stupidity.
But even beyond the regional colloquialisms and the broad accents, which most of us in the Twin Cities are quick to claim are more the province of the outstate crowd, is another smartly constructed, wickedly executed black comedy about the inherent weirdness of people, a satire reflecting how humanity's grand, inevitably failed gestures (represented here by cinematographer Roger Deakins's Lawrence of Arabia-pinching opening shots and composer Carter Burwell's insistently, hilariously ethnic dirges) are no match for mankind's pettiness and stupidity.