Feminine Wonder Woman
. That’s quite an admission, since the female-directed (Patty Jenkins) fantasy is supposed to be the quintessential feminist movie, and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s feminism and its nagging, hectoring, bitterness-infected ontological antagonism toward men. But the critics were all telling me how extremely feminist this comic book-derived tale of Diana (Gal Gadot), the Amazon princess with her magic lasso and bulletproof bracelets, is supposed to be. Here was Alyssa Rosenberg at the
claiming that the whole point of
is that she’s a role model for prepubescent girls, a kind of “Fearless Girl”
avant la statue
: “[T]he movie … argues that it’s … little girls all over the world who stand to gain if they can grow up free of the distorting influence of misogyny,” Rosenberg wrote, with a schoolmarm’s didacticism. Not long afterwards, some enterprising feminist duly stuck a Wonder Woman headband onto the arms-akimbo “Fearless Girl” facing down the Wall Street bull.