3:10 to Yuma

De facto amendment: I've just returned from watching this film again, and I have to withdraw most of what I said below. This film is really good: good acting, good story, even semi-good accents. I'll be buying it when it comes out.
So I've just got back from watching 3:10 to Yuma and I have to say it's not half-bad. It's about three-quarters bad. Seriously, if they're going to make a western, at the very least they should assume that the audience has seen a western before and has a bit more common sense than the entire cast of the film, except for the stereotypical, out-for-redemption protagonist and the bad-but-tender-hearted antagonist. I mean, seriously, can anything be more clichéd? How about the scene where someone gets shot in the belly and then told that they're not going to die? Hello?! Yes, I realized that a bullet wound to the abdomen is not necessarily fatal, but if you take into account the almost certainty of infection, not to mention ruptured internal organs, I think you could call that scene more than a tad unbelievable. Throw into the mix your standard posse of black-hearted bad guys, a willful and impetuous kid just ate up with dumb-ass, and a very accommodating bar-mistress, and you've got your typical western. OK, maybe not so typical. It's not everyday that an American Western stars a New Zealander (or Australian, depending on your source) and a Welshman in the lead roles. Not that I'm complaining. Far from it, actually. Christian Bale is one of my favorite actors, and I don't give a damn what my oldest brother TJ says about him, I think he's great. The only reason he's not on my wall of fame right now is that I respect him too much (not that I don't respect the men on my wall; it's a very complicated process that I really can't explain now). Let me just say that my ideal man is ...stocky. Stocky in the sense that he's muscular, but not defined; big, but not huge. I don't go for the thin-and-lean types. And if anyone has anything to say about Johnny Depp or Sean Bean, zip it. I don't want to hear it. One of the main reasons I loved The Holiday so much was because it starred Jack Black, who I think is perfect, when he's not being an irritating idiot (when his role doesn't call for him to be an irritating idiot). Christian Bale, when he's not dieting himself into oblivion, is a big guy - tall, muscular, big, and very gorgeous. And at the moment, my heart beats only for Russell Crowe. He's my ideal man, aside from the whole history of violence thing (his RAP sheet, not the movie starring Viggo Mortensen). He's not too tall, but he's muscular, almost bear-like in some films, usually scruffy, very masculine, and he's got the accent, or maybe it's just his voice, that works for me too. I have to say that the movie picked up at the end, and surprised me - pleasantly. It also features one of my favorite comedic actors, Alan Tudyk, who you might have seen in A Knight's Tale (he was the redhead, and he was the voice of the robot in I, Robot). And, weirdly enough, it has Luke Wilson, for about five minutes. And Russell Crowe's line about a skinny woman being acceptable as long as she had green eyes, well, that was icing on the cake. The cake too. So, all-in-all, not a bad movie, but if you're like me, see it by yourself or you'll end up annoying everyone around you with you repetitive comments, such as "Bull," "Bull Sh*t," and "Shoot the f*cking bastard!" That last one wasn't repeated a whole lot, but it was necessary. I do have one recommendation: they should change the title to 3:10 to Yummy.