3:10 to Yuma

Christian Bale can make anybody look good. So can Russell Crowe. And Ben Foster, Crowe’s weasel-y minion, makes Crowe look like a saint. Mangold’s direction is skillfully reserved. The whole team are powerhouses, and they can protect against small weaknesses in the script with ease. It’s not all that upbeat of a story. It’s no Little Miss Sunshine. But Crowe’s admiration of Bale’s principles are subtlety but sublimely evident. It’s a bittersweet triumph when he finally decides what to do.