Hey dere! It’s yer ol’ pal Margie Gunderson from up Brainerd, dontcha know. And I gotta tell ya that I’m gettin’ a little put off by the way all them Hollywood types are apt to portray my beloved Land of 10,000 Lakes. Now, I’ll always be pleased that those nice Coen brothers were good enough to tell my story for the pictures. But I’m sorry to see that the whole folksy “Minnesota Nice” way o’talkin’ has caught on so strongly in the movies, especially when ya consider that I only exaggerated mine so’s to make the perps underestimate my crime-solvin’ acumen. And while I’m sure that there have been a few stupid tourists who’ve come unprepared for our frigid winters, I’m pretty sure any high-powered executive types like Renee Zellweger who come up here are strongly encouraged to bring warm coats, boots, mukluks and the like. And havin’ grown up in the shadow of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, I can assure you that cow-related vehicular incidents are about as common as wood-chipper killings (seriously though, that’s somethin’ that’s hard for a gal to shake, police chief or no). So while I like some of the good folks who made this movie- that Frances Conroy seems like a real peach, and I sometimes listen to my Harry Connick Jr. CDs whenever Norm isn’t around- this just doesn’t seem like my kinda movie, and I would advise any other native Minnesotan to keep his distance from this so’s not to encourage Hollywood to keep perpetuatin’ the wheezy old stereotypes.