Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)

Whatever the anthesis of “cynical” might be – earnest, genuine, or just plain optimistic – Wonder Woman 1984 is that. It’s a bit less prestige than its first-rate predecessor, using the 1980s as lavish set decoration rather than World War I as historical fiction, but it’s no less engaging, even as it goes for broke in the direction of a bit more silly. Indeed, WW84 is possessing of the kind of idiosyncratic confidence that comes when a filmmaker like Patty Jenkins has made the film she truly wants to make, rather than bow to studio meddling (as we have since learned happened in Wonder Woman’s climactic third act).

It’s 1984, and Diana Prince (Gal Gadot) has made her way to Washington, D.C., where her job at the Smithsonian brings her into contact with the Dreamstone, a veritable monkey’s paw that grants a wish to anyone who wields it. In ways you might and might not expect, the Dreamstone entangles Diana’s coworker Barbara Minerva (Kristen Wiig), infomercial huckster Maxwell Lord (Pedro Pascal), and Diana’s late lover Steve Trevor (Chris Pine), giving lie to the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for...”

 

I truly loved WW84, breathlessly exclaiming once or twice, “That’s terrific.” I’m aware that not everyone did love it – its fortunes are in decline over on Rotten Tomatoes, for one – and I can’t speculate as to whether the streaming service simulcast does WW84 a disservice, whether the spectacle plays better on a more impressive theater setup. (The Cinema King has no complaints on that front.) What I can say is that I was captivated by the film’s earnest whimsy, its confident suspension of disbelief, and its certainty in its own moral position. There is not much hemming and hawing over the right thing to do, and there is seldom any question that Diana has the strength to do it. Nor is there much self-reflexivity or embarrassment about the inherent silliness of the MacGuffin and the source material, and for that I’m eternally grateful. I’ve long since grown bored with comic book movies that have to point a mocking finger at the comic books. Of course they’re silly; all of this is silly, and yet Jenkins and Gadot are having a blast with it.

 

At its peak, WW84 reminds one of Richard Donner’s Superman movies, leavened with a bit of Indiana Jones, none of it too worried about how the film fits into a larger cinematic universe. As much as I’m a fan of the Zack Snyder DC Extended Universe – and as breathless as I am for Zack Snyder’s Justice League (now rumored for March 2021) – there is something delightfully un-corporate about WW84, by which I mean the film is largely unconcerned with setting up sequels or homaging past films. It’s very much its own thing, content merely to deliver up the continuing adventures of Diana Prince. In fact, the film buckles a bit when it gestures toward Snyder’s “Wonder Woman walked away” metanarrative, as when Diana takes care to dismantle security cameras. It’s a quick perfunctory note, and one senses that Jenkins dispenses with it as quickly as she can at the top of the film because she has her own things to say about Diana.

 

Of course, none of WW84 would work if Gal Gadot weren’t an inspired vision as Wonder Woman. She plays the character with such sincerity that you believe she stepped out of a comic book and onto the silver screen. She continues the bravura work she began in Batman v Superman with the full emotional range we saw in Wonder Woman; Diana Prince can believably swing from dread and resolve into elation over the existence of ice cream. Pedro Pascal, who’s done so much with only his voice over on The Mandalorian, makes a veritable three-course meal out of the scenery as a surprisingly topical Max Lord, while Kristen Wiig’s Barbara Minerva is the sort of antagonist you’d love to see recur in the franchise.

 

I’ve seen a lot of reviews talk about WW84 as exactly the kind of movie we need to clear the cobwebs from this wretched year. I don’t know that I’d take it quite that far – it’s not a perfect movie, but it is a breezy confident romp that does justice to its inspirational main character while not shortchanging an audience who’s coming for thrills and good cheer. For moviegoers who demanded that Zack Snyder’s DC universe lighten up, be careful what you wish for – bright colors and super-camp and parachute pants abound. For me, it’s almost as if Wonder Woman stepped into Zack Snyder’s Watchmen with a smile, and it’s hard to imagine a movie that could be more up my alley than that one.

 

Wonder Woman 1984 is rated PG-13 for “sequences of action and violence.” Directed by Patty Jenkins. Written by Patty Jenkins, Geoff Johns, and Dave Callaham. Based on the DC Comics. Starring Gal Gadot, Chris Pine, Kristen Wiig, Pedro Pascal, Robin Wright, Connie Nielsen, and Lilly Aspell.