Notes: Do not read if you haven’t seen the movie. If you haven’t seen the movie, go see it now. NOW.
I was thrilled to see Wonder Woman. I took the hype to heart, and I waited, more or less patiently, and made plans with my family as part of our Free Comic Book Day adventures. It turned into a many days adventure with the movie on one day, a sleepover, a friend’s birthday party, another sleepover, free comic book day, the return of Fear the Walking Dead, and two trivia days at our local Think Geek store.
But the month was dominated by Wonder Woman.
One of the things that I noticed as I was watching the movie was that I was subdued in the movie theatre. I think the hype and the anticipation for it made me a little over excited. I found that I wasn’t in a cheering, chanting Wonder Woman’s name mood, but there was something else; something less visceral that took hold of my heart.
There was a quiet pride that I can’t quite explain. An astonishment of how good it all was. There was no hitting you on the head with her femininity or her feminism. There was no forced masculinity on her. None of that sexist you fight good for a girl. There was no man who was the butt of the joke or as someone to rescue her. There was no mansplaining. There was diversity, and acknowledgment of the prejudice’s of the day; there was respect for the “other” as demonstrated by how her “team” worked well together and talked about their various religious and cultural biases that they had to put up with in that time period.
I sat, watching every little detail: the way Steve treated her, and how he adjusted to her equality without big speeches and condescension on either’s part, but as he got to know her, his respect grew. Kind of like in real life. His group accepted her on equal terms.
The Amazonians were fierce, and badass, and wonderful. There was no expected “fear of the man” as an all women society that we’ve had in our minds for so long of cartoons.
There was the acknowledgment of how dreary London was during the war, not only from the war and the drabness of the industrial lifestyle, but also in comparison with the paradise that is Themyscira. There was the subtle differences between the Thames and the waterfalls, the perfect blue sky and the grey London one, of just rained or will rain again; the Tower Bridge compared to the elevated walkways the Amazonians had.
Diana didn’t quite fit in, but also didn’t stand out comically.
The comic moments were comic and funny, and heartfelt, and yet not comic relief or debasing of anyone.
I cannot describe the feelings that welled up in me when Diana climbed out of the trench to cross the No Man’s Land. I was no longer an audience member; I was with her. Unconsciously, I felt my back straighten as I sat up in my seat. Pride is not the word I’m looking for, but it was something similar to that feeling, the feeling of wanting to emulate her in so many ways.
I loved the black and white photo of the team.
When the men of the grup were in peril, I feared for them just as much as her despite it being her movie. I so much liked that they didn’t kill everyone around her.
It gave me an expectation for the next one, and it will be one of very few movies that I see again in the movie theatre. At least, that’s my plan.
A well deserved congratulations for everyone involved in this movie.
It truly was a wonder.