3:10 to Yuma

My aspirations of reviewing every film i've seen this year are starting to crumble. Before the pressure takes its toll, this is a catch up of the month of January. 


First up is 3:10 to Yuma, the perfect antidote to the excesses of giggly girliness seen in Sex and the City. The Western genre can be split into two types of films. There is the Western: a psychological drama where the desolate landscape reveals character as much as the characters do, and the Cowboy: which is entertaining and relentlessly violent. James Mangold divides his film between the two, and to great effect. The beginning is definitely of the former, and the last half is firmly rooted in the latter. Its very much a buddy movie, a mix of Pat Garret and Billy the Kid and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Before the modern trend of Bromance, there was the buddy movie.


Before I go on, I read a review by Nick Hornby of Blockbuster, written by Tom Shone, which has the thesis that Spielberg, Lucas et al elevated cinema with their invention of the cinematic 'blockbuster'. He's not thinking of Transformers though, and believes that the likes of Jaws combined art house character studies with the mainstream. 3:10 to Yuma is in this mould. It may become slightly silly towards the end, but it still maintains a huge level of characterisation that makes this acceptable. (Worth noting, however, that my sister watched this film and just did not get the change in dynamic between Crowe and Bale. Maybe its just cause she's a girl.) 


I firmly believe that these are the types of films that audiences want to be engaged with, and while they may not take the medium forward, they are undeniably well crafted, intelligent, pictures that i'd like to make.