My roommate and I had a good time looking over your amazingly detailed review of 3:10 to Yuma a few nights ago. We both thought more highly of the film than you did, but appreciated your criticisms and clarifications. The thing I value most about your reviews is your rigorous attention to detail, and it’s undeniably fun to follow your train of thought as it careens toward (often) unforeseen conclusions. Thanks for your honesty and conviction. (You could bump up the moral–spiritual rating a couple of notches, since the film isn’t nearly as injurious as you make it out to be. :) )
Your remark about the fun of following my “train of thought as it careens toward (often) unforeseen conclusions” strikes me as one of the most flattering descriptions of my writing, or rather of reading my writing, I’ve ever encountered. Thanks for making it sound so exciting!
I’m glad you enjoyed my 3:10 to Yuma review despite our different takes on it. I realize I’m very much in the critical minority on this one, but I’m uncowed … like Gary Cooper and Van Heflin, I’m sticking to my guns and standing my ground.
Regarding the moral-spiritual rating, I agree that 3:10 to Yuma is unlikely to be actually injurious the way that, say, Million Dollar Baby might be. But 3:10 outraged me more; I found it to be nihilistic where Million Dollar Baby was merely (!) anti-life. That’s the movie I saw, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.