A Review: 3:10 to Yuma
3:10 to Yuma has been critiqued as the best western since "Unforgiven." I say bullcrap. 3:10 is the story Unforgiven wishes it was. And I say that with the utmost respect for Clint Eastwood. I grew up on spaghetti westerns, and still love The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
3:10 did one thing that no other movie has done for me in recent times: taken two well known actors and made them disappear. Batman and General Maximus were gone, and we saw a story about Ben, a truly bad man, Dan, a truly good one, and the effect one good man can have on one bad one.
At its heart, the movie is a story of redemption, but it was done so well that at no point did it become sappy or unbelievable. And the ending was gut-wrenching. The way it should be.
I'd write more, but I lack the ability to capture the depth of the story without giving away the plot. If you only see one western in your life, it aught to be 3:10 to Yuma.
3:10 did one thing that no other movie has done for me in recent times: taken two well known actors and made them disappear. Batman and General Maximus were gone, and we saw a story about Ben, a truly bad man, Dan, a truly good one, and the effect one good man can have on one bad one.
At its heart, the movie is a story of redemption, but it was done so well that at no point did it become sappy or unbelievable. And the ending was gut-wrenching. The way it should be.
I'd write more, but I lack the ability to capture the depth of the story without giving away the plot. If you only see one western in your life, it aught to be 3:10 to Yuma.