A top-notch release that will hopefully continue its rising reputation as a masterpiece of idiosyncratic stealth cinema.
The underrated 3:10 to Yuma is really a character study masquerading as a genre film.
McCarey’s sociopolitical hysterectomy finally hits home video in a Blu-ray that appears downright ashamed of its contents.
This non-classic has plenty of boilerplate pulp-Guignol appeal.
Murder, in Losey’s The Prowler, is the continuation of sex by other means.
The older 3:10 to Yuma harkens back to a time when westerns were westerns, with their own assumed moral systems and thematic boilerplate.
Van Heflin never became a big star because he was too honest an actor.
A sturdy genre piece, 3:10 to Yuma is not Delmer Daves’s best western, but remains a solid ride up to its climax.
The rich transfer does justice to the craning and tilting camerawork that are Daves’s trademarks.
The paranoid animal glint that flickers behind Joan Crawford’s eyes in her most lunatic moments is definitely memorable.
A heavy, slow, but worthwhile noir with a key Joan Crawford performance and under-appreciated work by her homme fatale, Van Heflin.