This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I could gush about all aspects of this show but the biggest compliment I can give is that it made me care about Dr Manhattan’s feelings, a character defined by his lack of human emotions.
Gender-flipping the traditionally male revenge thriller is entertaining for about half the run time. But then leaning into all the tropes and not doing anything original with it makes it sadly quite bland. She’s made out to be some strategic mastermind - hijacking drug shipments and digging into the cartel structure - only to show up at the villain’s house to try and shoot him. So why not do that straight up? Oh, because it would be too short a movie and we couldn’t think of a more clever or interesting way of resolving this story.
The real miracle of this movie is that it made me feel awe and unbridled joy while watching a superhero origin story. Was sure I was over them, given how rote they have become. I never thought I would enjoy one the way I did in the Sam Raimi entries... and yet here we are. Reminded me of when I was a kid. Of when Spider-man was my favourite superhero. Reminded me of why he could be again.
Not as egregiously retconned as I feared it would be. Too fast and too epic, this film only soars in its quiet moments.
Need to rewatch but the biggest failure of the film was their commitment to keeping Leia in the film with so little footage with which to craft a performance. She never gets the send off that Han and Luke got and it’s a crying shame.