The weakest of the three. The messiest script (seriously, the Sean Bean character? And seriously, Sean Bean? I love him, but he was way miscast) and the awfulness of Andrew Garfield's hair, Rebecca Hall's Acting With A Capital A, and most of all, the only film to have a hack director. But none the less, it's always worth a look.
Fairly standard territory here - murdered kids, shady land deals, corrupt cops, copious whiskey - but the style is fucking gorgeous. Confident, accomplished visual shorthand does the heavy lifting, letting the dialogue breathe naturally - very little exposition here. Pleasant surprise.
I am commenting here in regard to the entire trilogy. It plays a lot better watching all three, one on top of the other, but it also makes picking them apart film by film trickier. Regardless, what sticks with me most from these is the atmosphere. It just oozes the sordid, uncomfortable feeling that the characters themselves are dealing with. Outstanding stuff.