Ms Emily Goes To The Movies
10th Grade BHHS
Senior Entertainment Editor
For decades, the gunslingers have not drawn their weapons, the stagecoaches haven’t been menaced by outlaws, and the heroes have not drifted into the sunset, but now the cowboys can ride again. Judging by the quality of 3:10 to Yuma, hopefully they’ll be galloping for years to come. It’s a return to the classic western in its purest form for this remake of the 1957 film of the same name; the villains are vicious, the hero is pure, and the outlaw is roguish in true form. That hero is Dan Evans (Christian Bale), a rancher in some of the worst years of his life. He can’t afford to pay for his land or family, is thought of as a failure by his wife and eldest son Will (Logan Lerman), and is literally one leg short, a reward for his service in the Union Army. Fate gives him a chance to renew his life after infamous stagecoach robber Ben Wade (Russell Crowe) is captured, and the need for an escort, a paid escort, arises to guard Wade on the way to the 3:10 train to Yuma, where the death sentence is to be swiftly carried out. Evans is not in for a romanticized ride through the desert, as the mission is complicated by Wade’s ruthless right hand man Charlie Prince (Ben Foster) and gang, who are set on freeing their boss no matter how many bullets it takes (quite a few, as it happens.) For Evans, what begins as a quest towards a two hundred dollar reward that will save his ranch morphs into a journey for his own dignity and moral honor in the eyes of his son and a taunting psychological spar with the man he is sending to death.
What would a western be without an open, panoramic view of a brown, ceaseless desert? What would be a western without horses galloping in the distance, their riders seemingly in hidden ecstasy at the freedom of the plains? It certainly wouldn’t be a film with the magic of 3:10 to Yuma; those shots are on no cramped sound stages. The riders, Christian Bale and Russell Crowe fit right into their saddles. The film is a celebration in character, and the two actors bring out such richly realized individuals that they prove that a movie can be absurdly entertaining and thoughtful. If it’s true that a film is only as good as its villains, then Crowe and Ben Foster have already shot the 3:10 to Yuma into brilliance, with Crowe providing a psychological foe and Foster as the born-without-a-conscience, brutal knave. The conflict that rises with a swell of powerful, sweeping music builds into one powerful, sweeping movie, trotting out emotion and gunslingin’ action in the same ragged breath right up to the end, on which the viewer needs to know one thing: prepare to be shocked.
Three and a half starsout of four Stars for 3:10 to Yuma






