I love that it was directed by a woman, love that it had women in other production leadership roles. I knew within five minutes, however, that it had been written by a bunch of men. And it must have been a man who thought Gal Gadot was a good choice. It's even a running gag in the movie that every man she encounters must stop in his tracks and comment on her "distracting" appearance. Her appearance is indeed distracting — it distracts you from the plot holes, scant female character development, and the embarrassing accents that weigh down Connie Nielsen and Robin Wright.

Uh... yep.

Perhaps re-seeing this in the actual church where it was filmed contributed to how much I thoroughly enjoyed it.

This definitely feels like some guy's fantasy of how women feel and behave - a fancy version of a topless pillow fight. Scar-Jo specializes in these.