Film School: 3:10 To Yuma
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The Western is constantly described as being on the point of death. And it’s no surprise really—the genre reached its peak of popularity many decades ago, and it has never really shaken the perception of being “Dad Cinema.” If it can’t get the under-fifties interested, then it stands to reason that it would, eventually, die out.
So, why hasn’t it?
This month, we’ll be looking at five Westerns which have been remade, to try to answer that question. First up is 3:10 To Yuma—based on the 1953 short story by Elmore Leonard, adapted for the screen for the first time in 1957 by Delmer Daves, and again in 2007 by James Mangold.
Dan Evans (Van Heflin/Christian Bale) is in dire straits after months of drought have ravaged his farm. At risk of losing his livelihood, he reluctantly agrees to escort the recently captured outlaw, Ben Wade (Glenn Ford/Russell Crowe), to the 3:10 train to Yuma, which will take him straight to jail. Dan needs the $200 he’s been promised for the mission, although between Wade’s dangerous duplicity and his gang’s vicious determination to rescue him, he knows he has little chance of making it back home to the farm alive.
While both formats were still fairly common, increasingly by 1957, bigger budget Westerns were being shot in color; many of the other releases that year—Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, Old Yeller, Night Passage—had palettes so comparatively bright they could have scorched a person’s eyeballs. Whereas black-and-white had been the default for decades, it was now a conscious choice, and it lent black-and-white films like 3:10 to Yuma a stark, mythic air.
Both Ford and Heflin were old hands at Westerns by the time they faced off in this one, but they had spanned nearly every other genre too. Craggily charismatic, they were true everymen, capable of playing romantic leads, chilling villains, characterful support. Whoever they were, you’d believe them.
And in the 1957 film, their believability is key. So much of the runtime is dedicated to watching the two watch each other, swapping barbs and then eventually, confidences, working out if the other man is who he first seemed to be, and if that surprising, growing sense that they can trust one another is, in itself, trustworthy. There are other characters in the movie—Ford shares a couple of lushly romantic scenes with Felcia Farr’s beautiful, disillusioned bartender—but Daves’ 3:10 to Yuma is a functional two-hander, with the themes of masculinity and heroism and the dishonesty inherent in mythmaking all wrapped up in tense exchanges between two of the most underrated actors of the 1950s.