Stillwater (2021) review

Blue collar widower Bill (Matt Damon), who works in construction, travels from Oklahoma (go Sooners!) all the way to Marseilles to help his bratty daughter Allison (Abigail Breslin), who is in prison for the murder of her friend even though she claims she didn't do it - there to help (conveniently) is an incredibly kind bilingual French stage actress named Virginie (Camille Cottin).  McCarthy and his co-screenwriters based this loosely on the real case of Amanda Knox (who I still don't personally believe is innocent) and changed several of the details around, but they also bloated it up so badly it dawdles - it becomes less about an American lesbian who is involved in a murder and more about Damon's Carhartt-wearing, dinner table-prayin', flatbed-truck driving stereotypical redneck lug learning to appreciate another culture.  I'm not sure comparing France's problems and our own issues (namely with immigration) is entirely fair, and I'm quite wary of the suggestion that Damon's "torturing" a young Arab is somehow justified because it brought about the "proper result."  (Was the Agency one of the ghost writers?)