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SHE’S fearless, whipsmart and she’s just saved the Universe.
After three false starts, director Patty Jenkins has delivered the first great film in Warner Brothers’ struggling superhero series.
Israeli actress Gal Gadot’s lithe Wonder Woman was the best thing in last year’s Batman V Superman, the second film in the DCEU (DC Extended Universe). Wonder Woman reminded me of Christopher Reeves’ first Superman film.
The playful relationship between our heroine and US spy Steve Trevor (Chris Pine) plays out like a cheeky, feminist twist on Clark Kent’s relationship with Lois Lane.
She’s a living goddess sent to the world to stop World War One. He’s a macho man of action, who is disarmed by this perfect embodiment of femininity.
Great performances, sharp writing and a fizzing chemistry keeps the romance simmering away nicely.
Jenkins also mines this culture clash for laughs.
There’s a very funny sequence in London, which put the swordwielding princess in a posh department store.
To her, the frou-frou dresses of the age seems even far more fantastical that her armoured mini-skirt.
Also impressive is the way Jenkins dodges the cross-promotional duties bestowed on other directors of DC Comic movies.
She seems to have convinced the execs that a £100million blockbuster shouldn’t be cut with trailers for other films.
This means a standalone drama, with a beginning, a middle and a satisfying end. And why not throw some heart and humour into the package?