Alone on Themyscira
I went to the Wonder Woman movie with no preconceived notions, and without any great desire to even see it…and that was pretty much how I felt when I left the theater. “Meh” sums it up perfectly for me, two hours lost, that sort of thing.
As a comics fan, I’d read the story of Diana Prince and her Island of Amazon women when I was younger, and I loved the Lynda Carter series in the late 1970’s. But I can’t say this newest incarnation added anything to the iconic character other than steeping it in modern moviemaking’s love of weak, simplistic plots, peppered with a barrage of special effects.
I didn’t like the movie. Seems I’m the only one.
While watching it, my mind kept wandering—not a good sign, am I right?!--so I decided to capture my fleeting thoughts as a way to sum up my Wonder Woman experience.
Robin Wright is a complete badass. She was amazing as a fearless Amazon warrior, with the same chilling strength she displays as Clair Underwood. Brilliant.
Too much “jump-posing,” freezing WW in mid-air in dynamic, repetitive, oh-so- endlessly-repetitive poses of strength. That’s all she did, seriously. The first hundred times it didn’t bother me. Then it did.
Chris Pine’s upper lip needs to switch places with his bottom lip. And vice-versa.
I LOVE David Thewlis. Love, love, love.
A woman in the washroom had on the same Sketchers as I did. She and I were the only ones in there. Coincidence? Mind blown, I left the theater.
My husband has commented that my analysis of this epic movie is extremely shallow, to which I can reply, “You’re not the boss of me,” Wonder Woman style.