A Million Ways to Die in the West
Of all the demises suggested by the title of “A Million Ways to Die in the West,” at least 700,000 have to be fart-related. At any rate, no self-respecting statistician would tell you otherwise after examining the sample director, screenwriter and star Seth MacFarlane chooses to display in his latest movie.
Written by MacFarlane, Alec Sulkin, Wellesley Wild and a horde of sixth-grade boys (probably), “A Million Ways to Die in the West” is not a movie that deals in subtleties or sharpness. Most of its stabs at humor rely on visual, or in the case of flatulence — auditory, gags that come cheap and easy. The others take the form of the Seth MacFarlane Show. The oft-maligned comedian holds true to his stereotypes throughout with his constant look-at-me, smart ass shtick.
But after embracing the crude stupidity of it all “A Million Ways to Die” is not a total wash. A long intro of gorgeous, sweeping shots of the American West underscored by the soaring, high-adventure music of classic Westerns makes this mindset difficult right off the bat, but the sooner the audience taps into their inner middle-schoolers, the better off they will be.