So, judging by the first picture of the new Wonder Woman costume, Diana Prince is going to be Our Lady of Perpetual Crotch Sweat. I want to be hopeful about this show, I really do. It just looks incredibly cheap and shiny and dumb. I have a leaked version of the pilot script I haven’t even been able to bring myself to read because I’m too depressed about what I’m going to find there.
If I’m honest with myself, the prospect of a great female superhero movie is one I’ve kind of given up on. I’ve been beating this drum pretty much as long as I’ve been a professional writer, and even if my screeds in The American Prospect are not going to rock Hollywood’s world, I know I’m not alone. There is an audience for movies about superpowered women. Wonder Woman comics sell better among men than among women. A great superheroine movie could redefine both the superhero genre and the romcom in one stroke. There are fantastic commercial, artistic, and feminist reasons to give something decent a shot. Maybe I shouldn’t be shocked. If Hollywood can’t make decent female leads in everyday stories, how are the studios supposed to go above and beyond? Maybe that’s the soft bigotry of low expectations, but it’s hard to say it’s unearned.