“Outlaw Johnny Black” takes its title from “The Outlaw Josey Wales,” its first gag from “A Fistful of Dollars,” its hero’s wardrobe from “Django Unchained,” its plot from “Buck and the Preacher” (sort of) and its cast from a pool of folks who knows how cool Michael Jai White’s “Black Dynamite” was.

This parody of blaxploitation Westerns starts funny, hits the sweet spot a few times and finishes reasonably well. But the long middles acts? Like the cowboy who recognized the tall green man made of rubber said about his horse, “That there’s a little Pokey, pardner.”

White plays a lone gunman on the range, hunting down the curr (Chris Browning) who killed his preacher daddy (Glynn Turman, seen in eyepatch flashbacks). Johnny Black figures the murderer has a bullet with his name on it. Because that’s in Johnny’s pocket, a Colt round with “Brett Clayton” etched on the casing.

Johnny himself is wanted, as we learn when he busts up a street assault on a Native American (not really) couple. The good folks in “Cheyanne” (note the spelling) recollect he’s up for “bank robbery, train robbery, improper white woman eye contact,” the works. They recognize him from his wanted poster.

Actually, that’s a photo of ever-smiling Scatman Crothers, “The Shining” star who died during the Reagan administration.

Our tone is set, a jokey Western with quick gunplay and Johnny dropping bad guys with his quick kicks “upside your head.” The plot is put in motion when Johnny takes the place of a preacher (Byron Minns, co-writer) he figures hostile natives have killed, and tries to pass himself off as a Man of God at sleepy, intregrated Hope Springs.

Barry Bostwick plays the town boss who wants to get the church’s land (oil). Two sisters (Anika Noni Rose and Erika Ash) vie for the can’t-recall-his-daddy’s-sermons reverand’s romantic attention. And the saloon singer (Jill Scott) regales the yokels, cow-punchers and gunmen with her bluesy rendition of that Old West standard “You Ain’t S–t!” between barroom brawls.

There’s funny stuff here, and gags as lame as having Johnny’s horse literally “kick the bucket.” White’s fighting skills aren’t put on display often enough. But the pacing is funereal. . There’s no giddyap or get-up-and-go to a 132 minute movie with 75 minutes of plot and jokes. Not even Michael Jai White’s cool enough to cover for that.

The long cast list on IMDb suggests this has to be cut down a bit just to get it this “short.” It wasn’t enough.

Rating: PG-13, violence, sexual situations, profanity

Cast: Michael Jai White, Anika Noni Rose, Erica Ash, Barry Bostwick, Jill Scott, Chris Browning, Tommy Davidson and Glynn Turman.

Credits: Directed by, scripted by Michael Jai White. A Samuel Goldwyn release.

Running time: 2:12