I understand we’re collectively having a “Kumbaya” moment as the film (and Jenkins in particular) has crashed through several glass ceilings but I refuse to ignore that the film still has the same insufferable DC Extend Universe house-style that Snyder established regardless of whose name (and what their gender is) is on the back of the director’s chair. With its cobalt and soot color scheme (although the early scenes in Themyscira represent a nice change in pallet), speed ramped action…

Had hoped our nascent kleptocracy would improve my position on this one but I still don’t find this terribly funny I’m afraid, which is the only real justification for spending time around characters this self-involved, venal and stupid. Charges of misanthropy against the Coens never felt entirely justified to me but here you can practically hear the snickering as the ants are being fried by the magnifying glass and I’m just not able to see the humor in all the…

When I was a little kid, growing up solidly middle class, I had a lot of toys. But my parents, mindful of the expanding clutter that comes from the accumulation of “stuff,” presented me with an ultimatum: if I went long enough without playing with my toys then I’d have to get rid of them before I could get any new ones. They didn’t care what I did with them: throw them out, sell them at a yard sale, give…