The Magnificent Seven gives Washington the definitive cowboy role (and now franchise) he richly deserves, and Fuqua is the closest thing to an Old Hollywood genre hand we have left.
The Magnificent Seven is one of the few successful relocations of a foreign classic (along with The Man Who Knew Too Much, 12 Monkeys, and The Departed), and a rare example of Hollywood taking something great and not making it worse.
The climactic gunfight is only strengthened by the viewer’s knowing exactly what’s going to happen.
The cast in the TV version includes the usually Teflon Michael Biehn in the Chris role, but everything here is so diluted, with bland, faceless, sub–Walker, Texas Ranger aesthetics.
The idea of commercial forces having a positive impact on the social aspect of films is always going to be ridiculous, but it is nice to see a diverse cast, with an African American director, taking on a rich white villain instead of another group of Mexican stereotypes.