How dare you make me cry my own tears in under two minutes, how dare

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

More movies where sexism is depicted as a pervasive atmospheric discomfort, instead of One Clearly Defined Issue/Person.

More movies about groups of women supporting each other, professionally and emotionally.

More movies with complex black women as the protagonists.

More movies where the local hangout is better than the soulless corporate tentacle in some respects but it's still not great, because the boss is still a boss.

More movies with butch women who don't exist as a joke or a threat to feminine women.

More screaming.

A rich world of magic eloquently conveyed through costume and makeup, masterful visual storytelling, and a dash of fantastic puppetry. I did not want this movie to end, ever, and I want a million more like it.