I love movies. I hate movies. What I mean is, I love the idea of a movie transporting me for two hours to a wild new world. I hate that most movies bore me more than they transport me. But, man, was I whole hog into "3:10 to Yuma" this weekend. Scene after surprising scene of raucous action and psychological torment, a bad ass Russell Crowe, an anguished Christian Bale and an existential ending so loaded with despair and humor I had to watch it twice.