3:10 to Yuma would have been a much shorter, and yet a much more satisfying movie if I hadn't spent them whole time wishing that a good guy would pull the damn trigger already.
The "hero" (who we later learn was Union Army sharpshooter) looks out a second floor window in the middle of the night, getting a clear view of (and shot at) a man about to throw a burning torch into his barn. The hero is holding a rifle - PULL THE TRIGGER.
The bad guy has a shotgun aimed at the hero. The hero's son sneaks up behind the bad guy and aims a pistol at his head - PULL THE TRIGGER.
The hero and the bad guy are holed up on the second floor of a hotel, waiting for the train. The bad guy's posse arrives and stands down on the street, making all sorts of threats. The hero looks down at them, while holding a rifle - PULL THE TRIGGER.
Anyway, I won't ruin the rest of the movie for you but let's just say that I had a similar, but perhaps not as intense, reaction when I watched the end of No Country for Old Men. It kind of sounded like ,"Gah! Stupid...*grumble* unresolved...*grumble* Argh!" Made me miss John Wayne - westerns shouldn't be psychotherapy.