Wonder Woman is vibrant, astonishingly not cynical nor bombastic, and it is the best comic book movie ever made, period.
Give this movie your money.
Let’s call a spade a spade. The last few DCEU films have been some of the most somber and soulless cash grabs I’ve ever had the displeasure of sitting through and after the cinematic agony of Suicide Squad I was ready to swear off anything with a cape or a utility belt.
But that’s what’s so brilliant about Patty Jenkins’ picture; Wonder Woman travels to a world in flames and fights for love and goodness so powerfully that my feeble attempts to write off the story as cheesy were blown away just through sheer will. And that’s what the film itself does as well, by choosing to highlight inequality while also empowering and admiring our female protagonist by showing her deep capacity for love and compassion as her strength instead of weakness.
Listen, it’s thrilling and funny and the chemistry between the two leads is terrific.