Well the good guys? They come a ridin’ in to town. A-whompin’ and a-whumpin’ every living baddie, as it were, but sparing the women and thechildren, of course. And it gets better.Denzel Washingtonmelees with villains from his horse, whipping pistol shots on all sides.Chris Pratt’s just smiling, hiding behind card tricks and bottles, ready to throw down at a moment’s notice. Explosions. Arrow snipers. Knife skills that would make a French chefcower. A multi-national crew of cowboys taking out the manure. The familiar Western stuff, but with a modern twist. And who doesn’t like alittle zest in their whiskey? That’s thenumber seven, alright.TheMagnificent Seven, as it was, and still is.Now, The Magnificent Sevennever reaches the heights of John Sturges’original, let alone Kurosawa’s classic, but it doesn’t necessarily need to. Instead it arrives with some style and matinee theatrics straight out of the Wild West. Its sepia-tinted bones are weathered, but spit-shinedreal nice, sporting an all-star cast and a gold mine of studio productionvalue.