Willow Maclay’s review published on Letterboxd:
Three Billboards presents itself as a profound experience without having anything meaningful to say due to McDonagh's script which can't make up its mind on what exactly it wants to portray. This offers a centrist portrait on themes such as racialized police violence and sexual violence. At heart it desperately wants to be radical, but it can't help but love the racist cop, and everyone else too despite very obviously positioning humanity as something capable of great evil. Take the split second shot with Detective Willoughby where we can clearly see the charred remains of a girls body, who we already know has been raped and murdered. This is not set-up where we need to hear both sides. There is clearly a case of good and evil and by softening that earlier image as susceptible to change through "love" you betray any notion of power in Frances McDormand's performance of relentless, ongiong female anger. Nothing in this movie matters, and it's made even worse that McDonagh's direction can only be described as having the grace of a dump truck filled with hammers falling off the side of a cliff.