I love Johnny Lingo, I admit sheepishly (cowishly?). As a feminist, shouldn’t I be bothered by a movie in which a handsome prince rescues an ugly woman practically against her will and turns her into a pretty princess? Also, the aforementioned woman has hardly any lines in the movie! But it is just so fun: the music, the palm trees, the culturally appropriate costumes from a simpler time in Mormon filmmaking before we started pretending that everyone everywhere wears sleeves all the time. The way Johnny works within the rules of his patriarchal culture, while subtly subverting the system, reminds me of my own life as a Mormon feminist. Although, of course, if I had been subverting the system, I certainly would have involved Mahana in my scheme, too. Never mind. I still like it. I really can’t help it. How about you?