Johnny Lingo.
If you’ve seen it, there’s no need to say more. If you haven’t seen it, see it—you’ll never be so simultaneously amused and horrified in your entire life.
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11 years ago
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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I'd say not at all amused and completely horrified. I have actually met guys who truly believed that saying a girl is an 8-cow woman is a compliment. And that might be even more horrifying than the movie.
The one saving grace of the movie to me is that she was his childhood sweetheart—that’s a nice twist. but horrifically and excruciatingly sexist? Horribly ethnocentrist (with the contrast between the islanders and Trader Harris)? Even woodenly acted? Oh, yes—eight times yes, in fact.
But amusing nonetheless, even if only in that enough people thought that the script was a good enough idea to be worth filming and releasing. You know, i think maybe Johnny Lingo’s the Ishtar of the Mormon world.
Mahana, you ugly!
It's horribly acted and all that, but I just can't help watching it sometimes.
For anyone who's ever actually served in an area where marriages are conducted in a similar manner, Johnny Lingo is the bane of their existence.
I don't know how many times we and other companionship's would run into families where Mom and Dad were still trying to scrape together the 12 cows necessary to allow them to get married, but were just living together in the mean time - which makes baptism a wee bit tricky!
Of course I once tried to sell one of the Sister Missionaries for 14 cows, but that's a whole other story!
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