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buy Lyrica online cheap I saw the Western The 3:10 To Yuma at the Fox Theater in downtown Tucson last night.  The movie was good, though the “suspension of disbelief” requirements were a little high for me: the plot revolves around getting a notorious desperado onto a train to be hanged in Yuma.  A fairly large number of people die attempting this, making me wonder why they didn’t just hang him on the spot; and when his men try to rescue him, they do not take any tactical advantage of their superior numbers but instead try to sharp-shoot their way to freeing him.  Those problems aside, the experience was generally spectacular.  The setting, the gargantuan Fox theater, was extraordinary.  It was sadly underattended for a Saturday night show: the movie was certainly Film-Forum worthy, and the Film Forum would kill for a space like the Fox to show movies. (It also cost only $7; and these Westerns are really not bad family entertainment. There was an obvious sex scene in the 1950s style, meaning every adult would understand and no child would, which seems to me like a pretty decent way of doing things.)

Even more impressive was watching it in Arizona – the movie appears to have been shot in Arizona, as its vegetation and general setting is perfect, and the geography, which just a few weeks ago would have been utterly unfamiliar, here makes sense – Yuma, Tucson, Benson, Bisby.

The movie has an excellent theme song (youtube above), whose lyrics are universal enough to feel autobiographical:

There is a lonely train called the 3:10 to Yuma
The pounding of the wheels is more like a mournful sigh
There’s a legend and there’s a rumour
When you take the 3.10 to Yuma
You can see the ghosts of outlaws go ridin’ by (Ridin’ by)
In the sky (In the sky), way up high
The buzzards keep circlin’ the train
While below the cattle are thirstin’ for rain.

It’s also true they say on the 3.10 to Yuma
A man may meet his fate
For fate travels everywhere
Though you’ve got no reason to go there
And there ain’t a soul that you know there
When the 3.10 to Yuma whistles its sad refrain
Take that train (Take that train) Take that train.

So when you take the train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And leave the things you love
You leave with a silent prayer (Silent prayer)
Though you’ve got no reason to go there
And there ain’t a soul that you know there
When the 3.10 to Yuma whistles its sad refrain
Take that train Take that train.

The song seems to have an archetypal loneliness which allows an endless number of lyrics to be written for it.  Hence another version goes:

I want to ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
That’s where I saw my love
The girl with the golden hair
Not a word between us was spoken
No the silence never was broken
But before she left her eyes said a sad goodbye
Sad am I sad am I
To think of the chance that I missed
I could cry to think of the lips left unkissed

Perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
And I can meet my love and tell her how much I care
Though I have no reason to go there
And there’s not a soul that I know there
When the 3:10 to Yuma leaves if I have the fare
I’ll be there I’ll be there I’ll be there.

And this too seems pretty autobiographical.

Next week the theater is showing The Searchers. This is really the way to watch these movies, so I’ll likely be there, (if I have the fare).