Your darn tootin I thought this was a fantastic movie. While I wasn't left with anything profound to ponder about life, I have continued to have a deep appreciation of the accents, stereotype fulfillments, and perfect dialogue/scene gems that this movie nails.
No character was wasted for me. Even the small roles were perfect. Big nods of course to Frances McDormand, Buscemi (who I love in everything), Peter Stormare, and William Macy in that order. Macy should maybe be higher, but he's such a despicable skeeze, I put him last. I AM still wondering about how/why he got into money trouble in the first place. I think it's great that they just left it out.
Buscemi's arguing over the portion of the car he refuses to pay while having some 960K back on the endless snowy highway. Brilliant.
The scene where the dude is shoveling his driveway and has called in to the police station over some "suspicious activity." The character movement and dialogue is priceless.
Marge meeting Mike at the Radisson and then finding out his real story. It's so perfect - typical high school ex meet up and somehow seems befitting for the mid(north)west; love the follow up convo that he's actually a sad loser and Marge's response, "Well that's surprising." Her character is the moral compass throughout and so it's also befitting, that she's pregnant.
Related, I thought it was great that that Stormare's character is touched by the pregnancy on reality TV right before killing Buscemi so brutally and then ends up getting lectured by a pregnant cop.
BTW - it looks like Fraces McDormand actually gets nailed in the shin by that piece of wood he throws at her, no??
All in all, a fabulous movie: A.