Arena

For a few months in the summer of '53, it seemed that the three-dimensional process might prevail. But those specs - the logistics of supplying them, the discomfort of wearing them - proved the death of 3-D, beaching such flattened-out relics as this, recognisable by the arrangement of planes within a shot, the slight muzziness, and by sudden movements towards the camera (e.g. a brawler's boot). It's a rodeo movie, documentary-like, approximating real time, with the usual baffled critters bearing those three rodeo stereotypes, the has-been (Morgan), the cocky upstart (Horton) and the weary veteran (Young).