I love gritty Westerns. I took my oldest son to see 3:10 to Yuma last weekend and I'd give it 4P on the C/B 0P to 5P movie review rating system. Everybody in this flick is appropriately circa 1870 filthy. The two leads are a dermatologist's dream-Bale's nose wart and Crowe's facial moles dominate the closeups. Set in Cochise County, Arizona, Christian Bale is Dan Evans, a hard-luck farming Civil War vet facing eviction from his land by a nasty overlord. He gets entangled in the capture of notorious outlaw Ben Wade, played by Russell Crowe, and commits to helping transport Wade to a prison train (the 3:10 to the Yuma Territorial Prison).
Evans signs on for $200, a sum he hopes will buy him some time to get his farm thru the spring. Evans faces daunting odds in this endeavor. He's got thugs and cowards in his posse. His running mate (Wade), a homicidal Renaissance man, and Wade's gang of butchers are just a step behind. The movie is basically the story of these two men's road to redemption.
The guy who steals the show however is Ben Foster in the role of Charlie Prince. He's an absolute psycho and fiercely loyal to his boss, Mr. Wade. When we got home, my son said, "Dad, I think that guy played the role of the boy scout in that episode of My Name is Earl." He was right, and Foster's character there was pretty whacked too. So for best performance in a psychotic role, the award goes to...Ben Foster in 3:10 to Yuma.
Since we've got a few days sans Hurricanes hockey, I suggest you all check it out. Even though this was filmed in New Mexico, the scenery in this movie shows you what the Sonoran Desert looks like...just not so much snow.