The comedic western is a notoriously difficult nut to crack, with only a handful of directors ever pulling it off successfully (Mel Brooks’ “Blazing Saddles” and Quentin Tarantino’s “Django Unchained,” which gets explicitly referenced here, are the notable exceptions), and MacFarlane seems both incredibly eager to join those rarified ranks and yet skittish about really maximizing the potential for the movie’s setting and concept.
The many unbilled cameos, some of which are witless references to other, better movies (e.g., “Back to the Future” and “Django Unchained”), would work better if the good-natured performers had been given any decent material to work with, though it’s hard to imagine that even Shakespeare could have come up with anything that might save Gilbert Gottfried’s impersonation of Abe Lincoln.
But to be fair, not all the jokes are quite that crude; the occasional slipped-in movie reference – Back To The Future , Django Unchained – hits the spot and the pace rarely lets up.
The one scene to feature a black actor revolves around the same game, but is an end-credits stinger featuring Jamie Foxx reprising his role from Django Unchained and deciding to take care of the game proprietor for his transgression.
As a writer (with Alec Sulkin and Wellesley Wild), MacFarlane concocts a flimsy burlesque story that draws on every offbeat oater from “Destry Rides Again” to “Cat Ballou” and “Django Unchained.”
When you’ve elected to cut your profits by pushing out the “PG-13” and below crowd to go for “Django Unchained” glory, I expected much more shock and awe.