3:10 To Yuma (1957)
The old, original version of 3:10 To Yuma was just that: old. At least that's what I thought first, but the more it goes on... the more you start to live into it.
It doesn't matter that it's black and white. It's good. It's exiting. The characters may walk and talk strange, and act slowly because that was just the way to act back then if you wanted to act tough, but even if they seem a bit strange to me I miss those times. Everything was so simple. So personal. The characters confident and honest - or dishonest, but always true to their nature, and the hats were so classy. Their dialog had an air of refreshing naivety to them, too, before the world was cruel and crazy. Though still... kind of crazy. Cruel too, come to think of it - it's the wild west after all. Yet at the same time it feels right. Grounded. It's a time where life is hard work, but simple choices. Like it should be lived - whichever side of the law you choose.
I don't recall how the new version ended (which means it was probably worse), but I liked the ending in this one. I was really expecting a bit more gunfire and havoc, but it went well. The music lifts the mood. Sometimes the setting's almost like that of a horror story, and in one scene indoors - with the thunder crackling outside, it almost seems like... well, think Dracula or Frankenstein.
When they're outside, in the dusty wilds, those impressions fade away though and make way for a great and gritty Western, with a bit more philosophical approach than most. Feels like a classic.rated 3/5: not bad