written by Dayna Abel
It wouldn’t be incorrect to say that a lot of my sense of right and wrong came from superheroes. Specifically, they came from Spider-Man (power and responsibility), Supergirl (hope, help and compassion)…
…and Wonder Woman.
While Supergirl has always been my favorite superhero, there is also a special place in my heart for Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. My dad, from whom I inherited my love of comics, was a Marvel fan as well as a guy, so I didn’t have much access to Wonder Woman’s earlier adventures. I came to her via the epic Crisis On Infinite Earths, and then in the 1986 reboot so lovingly guided by George Pérez. When I began collecting comics on my own, I began with Phil Jimenez’s run, and later Greg Rucka and Gail Simone. Between those four, they shaped Wonder Woman into the premiere superheroine. Not even Marvel has a female hero so iconic and emblematic.
Now, under the direction of the amazingly talented Patty Jenkins, we have a film which truly, completely captures the purest essence of the character. When I finally got out to the theater Thursday night to see the movie, I wasn’t watching an incredible actress or excellent cinematography.
I was watching Wonder Woman.
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