I loved Winter's Bone. If only because I've been to that part of the Ozarks before a few times (my grandpa lived in a town called Boliver Missouri), and that movie was so damn authentic (the scenes where you see the inside of the poor cabin and how they would store lotion and stuff in old maraschino cherry jars...I've seen places like that, and I don't know but it sure felt like an authentic touch to me) Not that I knew any meth cookers or really visited anyone from that poor a part of the state, but I've known people from there (and a few tweakers from the area) and that film got them just right without making them into total stereotypes.