As if needed, further proof that the western is indeed dead. A reformed whore with a heart of lead (January Jones), a hell-bent religious cult leader (Jason Issac), and an unorthodox lawman (Ed Harris) juggle bullets in a modern day shoot-’em-up that tries for dark poetics, only to unfold like the pilot episode of a Showtime original series. Bloody and off-putting, just not in a good way, the film’s one saving grace is its dark and robust sense of humor. Destined to be remembered more for Ms. Jones’ topless shootout — and the subsequent wing of the Internet mansion that Mr. Skin will erect in her honor — than any legitimate contributions to the genre. Logan Miller (Touching Home) directs. (2013) — Scott Marks