It’s earnest and, sadly, a bit conventional. Literally bloodless. There’s nothing really wrong with the Wonder Woman movie, it looks pretty good, Gal Gadot is a perfect Diana and it presents the origin story for an audience that likely wasn’t aware of how Diana became Wonder Woman. Certainly – like 99% of superhero movies – the first half is stronger and the villains unsatisfactory. It just doesn’t sparkle or do justice to one of the most historical unconventional and interesting superheroes.
Much of the Wonder Woman iconography is there: the Amazon island of Themyscira, the golden lasso, the magic bracelets, Steve Trevor and even the comic Etta Candy. Like all these superhero movies the plot is on rails and follows a predictable route ending in a CGI rubble fight. It’s easy to spot the main villain, Ares, very early on and you know that the climax is going to be a battle between Wonder Woman and the god of war.
I guess I was looking for a quirkier movie, that provided nods to William Mouton Marston’s creation. For instance, no-one rides a Kangaroo on Themyscira, Etta Candy’s make-over is the opposite of liberating, there’s none of Marston’s matriarchal philosophy of loving submission at all and certainly none of the bondage fetishism that was found in Sensation Comics. I’d argue that this modern Wonder Woman (as she is in the comics nowadays with the exception of Grant Morrison’s recent Earth One reimagining) is more or less a stand-in for a male superhero figure with, perhaps, a more compassionate demeanour. I’m guessing that’s what you have to accept when you try to make your superheroes realistic.