The most "blah" of the Coen's films (At least The Big Lebowski had that hilariously bad musical number and Jeff Bridges). Average in every way, except it was acted extremely well. William Macy was especially good; Buscemi and Stormare were great. Ms McDormand was competent, but hardly deserved a nomination, much less the award. It's way too easy to play a caricature like that. The script was predictable, which is very surprising for the Coens. They usually take me on a fantastic journey, but here I was just wishing for mute button (those accents! ugh!) and a good book.