John Warkentin

John Warkentin’s name pops up in some pretty wild corners of TV and film, doesn’t it? Fargo (2014) — yeah, that’s the one with the snow, the wood chipper vibes, and a murder plot twisted enough to make you rethink trusting anyone with a Minnesota accent. Warkentin’s work there? Not exactly what you’d call background noise. He’s part of the machine that spins those small-town oddballs and sharp-tongued criminals into something you can’t look away from. Then you get Hands That Bind (2021), which, honestly, is a whole different beast. It’s not your popcorn flick. You’ve got rural prairies, dusty boots, and family secrets so thick you could cut ‘em with a butter knife. The story creeps along — slow burn style — with Warkentin helping to build this mood that just sticks to you, all haunting and raw. It’s like, you feel the quiet tension in your bones. Not a film trying to be flashy, but it leaves a mark anyway. Oh, and Wynonna Earp (2016)? That’s where things get properly weird (in the best way). Demons, gun-slinging, and a whole lotta supernatural trouble in a modern western package. Warkentin’s name is tied to the chaos — he’s in the mix, helping bring those cursed family legacies and monster showdowns to life. There’s a tongue-in-cheek swagger to the show, and you can tell the crew’s having a blast with it. So, yeah, Warkentin’s got a track record that zigzags from dark comedy to moody drama to supernatural shenanigans. Not a bad résumé, honestly.