I saw Wonder Woman with a fellow Siren this evening, and have thought of nothing else since the first scene began. I like strong women, and I enjoy the hell out of superheroes, so naturally this movie was at the top of my summer movie list. I was excited to see it, even arranged to get off work early to be able to do so with friends. I expected to like it. I did not expect to be so fucking MOVED by it.
I’ll be the first to admit that I have been known to sob my face off during sad scenes in movies and shows. You cannot imagine how hard I cried during the opening montage of Up. The tears that streamed down my face tonight, though, were not sad tears. They were tears I had never experienced before, brought on by a couple of scenes that were so kick-ass, beautiful, and powerful they took my breath away.
As a feminist, you’re not supposed to admit that you want things for women just because. I want a woman president JUST FUCKING BECAUSE I think it is high damn time to let the men take a breather at running shit (into the ground). I want more women in politics in general JUST FUCKING BECAUSE I don’t think it’s unreasonable to want Americans who have the same parts and, ergo, interests as I do representing me. And I want a woman superhero movie JUST FUCKING BECAUSE women love superheroes just as much as men, and it’s time to give us a seat at the goddamn Hollywood table.
I. AM. NOT. ASHAMED.
I solemnly swear not to reveal spoilers in this post, but these scenes in particular in Wonder Woman do an utterly perfect job of pulling at every feminist heart string any one person may possess. She kicks all the ass, and the inclusion of Diana Prince’s signature theme song sent currents of excitement throughout the entire theater.
For reasons I no longer even remember, I was initially skeptical about Gal Gadot’s ability to pull off this iconic character. I’ve rarely been so wrong. Gadot was perfection. She was able to masterfully deliver a performance that showcased Diana’s naivete and self-doubt, while subtly transforming into the greatest, most powerful hero the world had ever seen. It was a beautiful thing to behold.
Director Patty Jenkins also deserves as many kudos as we all can muster. Not only was Wonder Woman a beautifully written film, it was shot beautifully, as well. The final product is truly a cinematic masterpiece and delivers a sound thumping to the antiquated belief that women can’t make movies that appeal to the masses. Because, yes, there were as many men in the theater as there were women, and while I don’t know that any of them found themselves moved to tears while watching, there were audible gasps and cheers from them during the most powerful moments.
Chris Pine’s Steve Trevor is a perfectly delicious love interest for our Warrior Woman, playing his supporting role with understated brilliance and the signature Pine charm and likability. He and his gang of lovable misfits quickly became my favorite cast of superhero sidekicks.
Among some of the other fantastic characters represented in this film were Etta, Trevor’s secretary, played by Lucy Davis; and a truly horrifying villain by the name of Dr. Maru, played by Elena Anaya. They were each memorable in their own right, with Etta’s sharp-witted quips which came freely along with her invaluable assistance, and Dr. Maru’s horrific human experiments with deadly gases enriching the story even further.
Diana is an Amazonian Warrior, so this movie is clearly a feminist daydream. Its cup runneth over with mindblowingly badass women, and I. am. grateful. I think what moved me so much was that it unabashedly celebrates the power of a woman. There is no question that Diana Prince is the star of this show. In a film positively overflowing with magnificent, ass-kicking women, Diana is clearly the most magnificent ass-kicker of them all; and while Chris Pine’s baby blue eyes and sultry, full lips were a lovely added bonus, Gadot outshines him at every turn.
Despite being a feminist paradise, it in no way excludes men. In fact, some of the best scenes were with Diana and her band of sidekicks; they added nuance and humor to a plot that could have easily fallen into the Zach Snyder dark zone.
I loved Wonder Woman for all of the reasons I expected to, and a million reasons I didn’t even consider. I already have plans to go back Sunday and see it again, and I haven’t seen a movie in the theater more than once since Titanic.
Don’t judge me.