‘Professor Marston’ is a wonder of a movie
Earlier this year was when we collectively fell for “Wonder Woman” on the big screen. Propelled by cultural tides and played by Gal Gadot, she was the hero we so badly needed.
Now be prepared to fall in love with Wonder Woman all over again, thanks to the sensitive and insightful superhero origin story “Professor Marston and the Wonder Women,” written and directed by Angela Robinson.
Robinson maps the psychology of Wonder Woman onto the life story of her creator, Dr. William Moulton Marston ( Luke Evans), who led a very unconventional life for his time.
A dashing Harvard- educated psychology professor with a headstrong genius of a wife, Elizabeth ( Rebecca Hall), Marston encounters a beautiful undergrad, Olive ( Bella Heathcote), in class, who becomes their assistant, friend and confidante. It’s through their psychology research into human emotion, and theories of dominance and submission, that the trio open up to each other (while testing lie detector prototypes), and fall in love.
Marston declares that these two together are the perfect woman — Elizabeth is bold, smart, unfiltered and funny, while Olive is soft, guileless and pure of heart. Once they buck tradition, convention and “normalcy” to build a life as a threesome, it’s only a matter of time before their sex life takes on a new dimension, thanks to some lessons at the local sex shop, and they delight in role- playing and light bondage.
Marston’s inspirational lightbulb for the comic book is the wonderful women at home, and he draws on their traits and experiences to create the iconic female superhero.
Robinson employs a 1945 decency hearing headed by Josette Frank (Connie Britton) of the Child Study Association of America as a narrative framing device to draw out Marston’s explicit explanation of his character. Frank’s inquisition forces him to justify his reasons for creating a character for children with so much kinky stuff.
But Marston, ahead of his time (and our time) passionately articulates his belief that coded messages in a popular medium aimed at the next generation could create a trend of loving respect for powerful women and pleasure in submission to them. It’s a radically feminist notion.
The film is beautifully made. The visual design is classical Hollywood, rendered in rich, saturated tones, with a playful approach to light and shadow. The editing is decidedly contemporary — a whirling, intoxicating tempo, cutting swiftly between time periods to draw connections and maintain a swift but easy pace.
Hall is utterly captivating as Elizabeth — witty, brutal, stubborn and always the last to submit. Heathcote is also stunning, a step far beyond her work in films like “Neon Demon.”
Truly, “Professor Marston and the Wonder Women” is a wonder of a movie.