She kills it. Emily absolutely kills it in this movie. She comes roaring in wielding a shotgun and a pan-fried, formidable Kansas drawl. She’s anchored in as sworn protector of her son – ready to rebuff all guff and peril which come her way. She’s also able to emote so much through the simple expressions she conveys. We see years of hurt when her son won’t kiss her goodnight, and years of terror when she hides away from him in a safe. So when your friend asks, “Emily Blunt? Is she any good?” You just look that ex-friend of yours in their stupid face and say, “Well, you just lost your ‘stay for the morning’ privilege; get off my farm!”