“Western World” (* out of four) was an unbearable Western wannabe that just about cries out for the nimble touch of Sam Peckinpah, John Ford, or even Walter Hill. In a Wyoming nowhere town, a U.S. marshal (Christopher Rowley) is called into investigate deceit and murder involving a dead husband that has caused the whole town to unravel with greed and moral decay. Badly acted and directed, with wretched photography and cheap sets as icing on the moldy cake. Film doesn’t end so much as stop. It’s movies like these that fire blanks that killed the Western genre decades ago.