hated having to write this pan. i wanted some joy instead i got a hollow story with terribly shot action and one of the most nonsensical plot lines i’ve seen in a while. 

“Sadly, all that glittered in the franchise’s first outing is gone in Wonder Woman 1984. The disappointing sequel highlights not only the dire state of the live-action superhero genre in film, but the dire state of Hollywood filmmaking as a whole.” read my review at vulture. 

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

the judge in the beginning is more annoying than comical. like gratingly so.  which made me worry that the tone of this comedy would be off. but instead i found a delightfully unhinged screwball film in which cary grant kills it, as he always did post-1936. love his chemistry with irene dunne. this was well suited to the bee’s 🐝 knees i was drinking.

fuck this movie. absolutely atrocious. paper thin characterization. there is no joy to the ostentatious ploys toward spectacle. john david washington has the charisma of a cardboard box. found the abuse storyline for elizabeth debicki’s character frustrating, hollow, and infuriating. this is a truly terrible film on levels of craft, acting, writing, direction, you name it. what an exhausting waste of time.