A few not-so-shocking giveaways about this week’s new movie releases, including Justice League and Frank Serpico
Matthew Lickona 6 p.m., Nov. 17
Poophat, peeface, fartneedle, sheepeen, spoocheek. There, glad that's out of the way. Though it's all worth mentioning, because it's the sort of "outrageous" gross-out gaggery that co-writer/director/producer/star Seth MacFarlane slops onto what otherwise looks like his childhood dream of making a straightforward, sentimental, white-hat/black-hat Western about a decent sheep farmer forced to do battle against the general indecency of the frontier. Apparently, his inner child lacks confidence: No one will tolerate these gorgeous sunset shots unless I'm totally baked while watching them. Self-conscious importation of modern sensibilities into olden times is the modus operandi, but every now and then, MacFarlane forgets himself and just has fun: a chase sequence featuring horses and trains; a song and dance number about mustaches. Once or twice, he even seems to feel something. Sarah Silverman plays a whore who won't sleep with her beau 'til they're married, and Charlize Theron plays a game and gorgeous frontier gal. 2014.