I feel bad for truly crazy people because there’s nothing lonelier than that. Snakes are crawling all over you, but you’re the only one who can see them. The TV talks back to you, but you’re the only one who hears it. Tokyo office worker Kumiko at first is pretty likable here. She’s the kind of sullen girl that a sullen guy like me wants to meet. She hates her co-workers, spits in her boss’s tea and though she doesn’t talk much, you can tell that she has a lot going on in her head. In private, she likes to watch the Coen brothers’ Fargo a lot (on a fuzzy VHS tape that’s about had it), but that’s okay. Me, I watch Big Trouble in Little China a lot. It’s comforting. Gradually though, this absorbing film reveals that Kumiko not only thinks that Fargo is real, but she’s also obsessed with digging up the small fortune in cash that Steve Buscemi’s doomed lowlife character buried in the snow back in 1995. She thinks she knows exactly where to find it. A stolen credit card buys her a plane ticket to Minneapolis where she proceeds to bumble a sad path, by bus, by foot, by hook, by crook, through a bitter winter blizzard to Fargo. Gorgeous snowy scenery follows, along with plenty of dark whimsy as a few charitable souls try to help Kumiko, but they can’t give her the help that she really needs. This is a great road movie, tragic and beautiful. The travel is treacherous, but the twisted highways in Kumiko’s head are worse. She’s completely lost and this film tries to find her. In the end, it has to settle with merely being with her, like a helpless friend, as she flies unfettered straight to nowhere.