I hate super hero movies. I am sometimes forced to watch them because there is no other adult to chaperone the kid and her friends who dig them. The last time I watched some such movie – Captain America, I believe, I returned home with a headache and a lousy mood.
I had to chaperone the kid and her friends to Wonder Woman today. I was grumbling all morning.
What do you know…I loved it. I know, soon enough I will start identifying plot holes, sexist stuff and other things, but my first impression is that I loved it. Except for the stereotype of Germans being the bad guys. Why must Germans always be the bad guys? But to be fair, if we were to take a movie like this, the Pakistanis would always be the bad guys, and vice versa. So….glossing lightly over that, it was a nice movie. Violence notwithstanding. But it is a war based movie, and a superhero movie…of course there was going to be violence.
And Gal Gadot – what a gal, I tell you. Boy, chiselled to perfection. I am sure there is considerable photoshop involved…such perfection is not possible in nature.
A typical conversation between the kid and me:
Seeing me WhatsApp a friend about the movie, addressing it as “Super Woman”, the kid goes ballistic. “Amma, it is wonder woman, not super woman…I can’t believe you”.
“Oh, is super woman a different character then?”
“There is no super woman, there is only super girl”
“Why ? Didn’t she grow up?”
Kid refused to sit next to me at the theatre.
As usual, I teared up at Jay He.
And in the movie. Who cries at a super hero movie? Apparently me, and the woman sitting behind me, who I suspect was in the throngs of PMS or something – she was sobbing her heart out.