I don't care how you brigham . . .

Wagon Master

(1950)

Too many, too much: too many major characters, too much plot--so much that the Navajo are relegated to minor annoyance--and way too much music.

Finally, about midway through the sub-90-minute running time, the bad guys show up (and you think, "Oh, right: from the prologue; I wonder whether that prologue was added later so they wouldn't come clean out of the blue?") and the plot gets clarified. And then it's a pretty good plot, though the bad guys--the Cleggs--are really just the Clantons from My Darling Clementine, right down to the paterfamilias's mourning, then joining, his boys.

And this: how many movies portray westward-migrating Mormons as heroic?