Fair warning: considerable spoilers follow ā€“ read after watching.

Oh, it was so close. SO CLOSE.

Hypothetically, if Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri ā€“ hereafter referred to as Three Billboards because f*** typing out the full title every time ā€“ hypothetically, if it had ended five minutes earlier, Iā€™d be giving it a straight ten out of ten, telling you that this is the perfect film, and petitioning you that it should win all of the trophies at the forthcoming Academy Awards. All. Of. The. Trophies.