Watching this film, then reading the critics tripping over each other to praise it, is like being at the art museum when a docent oooohs and aaaahs over how profound and deep a plain white square on the wall is.

First, there is no such place as Ebbing, MO, but thanks for making all of MIssouri look like "Deliverance", without the canoes.

Second, every outdoor shot shows rolling mountains and foothills. Missouri is nearly as flat as Kansas. The highest point in the entire state is only 1600 feet.

Nobody outside the metro areas of St. Louis and Kansas City pronounces it "Missou-ree". In areas like those depicted as "Ebbing", it's pronounced "Missou-rah". State political figures on the stump change their pronunciation depending upon how urban, or rural, their current audience is.

It's obvious not a single person associated with this film ever set foot in Missouri.

Why did Frances McDormand wear the same trucking dock jumpsuit in almost every scene?

It's obvious some movie critics read a glowing review by a critic they admire, and play 'Me, too!" to curry professional favor.

This movie was two hours of my life I want back.