3:10 to Yuma is a movie I’ve been vaguely wanting to see since it came out. I wish I’d seen it in a theater, because I wasn’t really able to concentrate on it while watching it in my living room. It’s kind of slow-moving and depends on paying close attention to characters’ motivations and tiny facial expressions. Christian Bale and Russell Crowe are already all about subtle acting, and once they’re in a proper Western, they’re extremely stoic. It would have been easier to follow on a giant screen without the distraction of the Internet.
Anyway, an hour in, once all the pieces have been put into place, and you’ve got Good Family Man Christian Bale as part of a posse escorting Bad Man Russell Crowe to justice while Crowe’s gang (and also Apaches and so on and also Russell Crowe is Bad enough to kill them off one at a time while he’s shackled and under armed guard the whole time) hunts them, it’s pretty straightforward. But by that point, I wasn’t invested in it because I hadn’t been paying attention. Once the movie gets stripped down to its core of Bale and Crowe looking gritty at each other, it’s pretty good (and I like the ending), but I’m pretty sure I’d like it more it I’d been in a theater.