You Need to Check Out 'Fargo,' 'Better Call Saul,' and More This Weekend

Looking for some stuff to catch up on this weekend? Whether it's TV, movies, books, or anything in between—VICE has you covered. Read on for our staff recommendations on what to take in during your downtime:

The third season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which premiered in full on Netflix last Friday, isn't as strong as the rest of the series—but it's still loads of fun. The jokes-per-minute approach and endless wordplay is even more reminiscent of 30 Rock, but most important, Tituss Burgess is still just the best. The highlight of the whole series comes early with his hilarious version of Beyoncé's Lemonade standout "Hold Up," directed towards a possibly-cheating boyfriend. He goes all out with the yellow outfit, a baseball bat (emblazoned with "mayonnaise" instead of "hot sauce"), and lyrics that… well, you should probably listen to yourself. Even if you don't have time to watch the entire season, make sure you watch this clip. (OK, watch the Offspring-like "Boobs in California" clip, too.) — Pilot Viruet, Associate Culture Editor

Ignore the fact that Ewan MacGregor can't keep himself from slipping in and out of his Scottish accent, and there's lots to love in the third season of Noah Hawley's don't-call-it-an-adaptation FX crime anthology. The show's visual sense of framing is top-notch, Michael Stuhlbarg and Mary Elizabeth Winstead nearly vanish in their roles—and it must be noted that Carrie Coon's impressive performance as local cop Gloria Burgle is taking place while Coon's other current acting achievement, on HBO's The Leftovers, is airing as well. Lots of people liked Fargo's retro-leaning second season, but I was left cold by it: There was style in spades, but it lacked the elegant dread of the show's still-unbeatable first season. If you're like me, then maybe it's time for you to return to Fargo, too. — Larry Fitzmaurice, Senior Culture Editor, Digital

Did Katy Perry and/or Migos block drag queens from appearing as extras during their (it must be said, absolutely awful) performance on last week's Saturday Night Live? The answer seems to be more complicated than a simple "Yes" or "No"—but the strange behind-the-scenes kerfuffle, at least, is a reminder that the current season of RuPaul's Drag Race is airing. I'm going to be real with you, though: as a longtime viewer, it feels like the show's ninth iteration has lost its way creatively—even though last week's Lip Sync For Your Life shocker provided the show with a much-needed shot in the arm. Luckily for you, almost every season is currently streaming on Hulu, and it's extremely bingeable. Dive in this weekend—and don't fuck it up. — LF

I've been reading this thorough, unsparing, and altogether devastating account of the 2011 Norway attacks that left 77 people dead on and off for the last year because, honestly, it is a tough fucking read. The vivid details of how far-right terrorist Anders Breivik planned and executed his horrifying attacks—alongside accounts of his upbringing, the trial that followed, the waves of grief experienced by the victims' loved ones, and Norwegian authorities' outright failures to contain and prevent the attacks themselves—are a lot to stomach, and it makes Asne Seierstad's evocatively written tome almost impossible to recommend. And yet: I do think everyone should read this book. Not to get all "in our current political climate," but in our current political climate it's paramount to understand the origins of extremism and evil, and how extremists envision the violent ends to their altogether hateful and misguided means. Sometimes, the hardest elements of modern society to confront are also the most vital to acquire a deeper understanding of. — LF

Sincere shouts to Blue Apron and MeUndies, because their seemingly limitless marketing budgets have birthed the golden age of the podcast. And that goes double for queer (and queer-adjacent) shows. There are too many standouts to name: Food 4 Thot ("Gay Sluts Who Read," and the world has never been more ready). Sewers of Paris, by frequent VICE contributor Matt Baume, is consistently fantastic. Matt recommends The Wendy Experience, 2 Dope Queens, Sparkle & Circulate and Minor Revelations. We're omitting dozens more.

But I love Nancy. It's only in its second month, and already each episode manages to pull off a deep, heartening exploration of one corner of the wide, weird world of queerness. Co-hosts Kathy Tu and Tobin Low are so warm and authentic they make Terry Gross sound like Mike Pence. An episode about gay Republicans is rigorous without casting judgement; one that tackles queer hair and Tu's fear of a butch haircut captures the nuance of identity transformation in a way that might be lost in a written essay. A recent episode about The Golden Girls evades simple explanations for the show's grip on the queer imagination—it explores the historical and cultural forces driving its appeal in a way that's anything but NPR monotone, and ends with a heart-wrenching story from Rufus Wainwright about meeting Bea Arthur at a gay bear resort.

If we're living in the golden age of anything, it's being yourself. And that's what Nancy gets—each episode is a gentle investigation into the courage it takes to live outside social norms. Doing that in a way that feels real is super hard. Now I'm just waiting for Tu and Low to tackle their S-Town. — Tyler Trykowski, LGBTQ Editor

It's become cliché to point out that Better Call Saul—currently in its third and, in my opinion, best season—is a slower and more demanding viewing experience than its predecessor, Breaking Bad. But there's no show on television that makes the mundanity of life so impossibly fascinating. Over the past few years, the chronicle of Breaking Bad n'er-do-well Saul Goodman's descent into middleman evil has elegantly and heartbreakingly deconstructed basic themes like love, family, and trust, and the current season is all the more strong for a trio of performances that are gripping in their own right. There's Bob Odenkirk's rascally and fleetingly empathetic pout, Michael McKean's depiction of a man losing sight of his own sense of reason as he desperately tries to assert himself, and Rhea Seehorn's subtly devastating and indisputably doomed sense of devotion to the man whose name gives the show its title. Not exactly feel-good stuff, but if you watched all of Breaking Bad, you're well aware that feeling good is not the name of the game here, so buckle up. — LF

Andy Samberg's pro cycling goof-off Tour De Pharmacy comes to HBO in about a month and change (July 8 if you're a stickler for details), but if you can't wait that long, now's a good time to visit (or revisit) the hour-long 7 Days in Hell, in which Samberg and Game of Thrones' Kit Harrington play pro tennis players who engage in the longest match in Wimbledon history. The conceit is taken even further than you'd expect, and the sight gags are boundless—not to mention legitimately funny turns from people like David Copperfield, Serena Williams, and Michael Sheen, the latter being one of the Samberg-adjacent comedy world's best secret weapons. If you're like me, you'll have more fun watching this than playing—or watching—tennis. — LF