Director: Martin McDonagh
It’s that time of year where every week seems to bring a film with Oscar buzz all over it. After seeing Three Billboards I’d be very interested to see a better performance than Frances McDormand as the desperate mother of a murdered daughter.
The trailer suggests this will be a knockabout black comedy battle of wills between McDormand and Woody Harrison’s Sherrie defamed by the titular advertising hoardings. Which kind of sells the film short which is not to say it isn’t blackly comic, that McDormand curses up a storm and has all the best putdowns.
It’s just that it a far more violent, nuanced and thoughtful film than that.
It’s a film where motivation is key and the lines between good and bad are blurred and moveable. No one has the purest of intentions and there is redemption and change but it has a twisted take on morality that some may find troubling.
Sam Rockwell’s Dixon is at first glance a typical buttheaded small town bigoted coward who somehow made it through police academy. We learn perhaps why he is this way but the film doesn’t offer that as an excuse or reason to sympathise or forgive. He’s an overgrown man child with a juvenile temper to match.
Don’t want to reveal too much about the twists and turns the film takes but his isn’t the film you may think it is from the publicity, it may not give you what you want but give you a lot to think about.
Might appeal to people who enjoyed:
Films that take their time