Wonder Woman: A Review and a Typical Mom-Blog Post

Last Wednesday, I finally took the boys to see Wonder Woman.

We had the usual misadventures. Kids not wanting to go. Kids not able to find their shoes. Red lights and crappy drivers. And oh-my-god, who decides what they want to watch at the register?!?! Are you kidding me?!

And we get there, and I sit the boys before I get the all important popcorn. Yes, I did spring for the souvenir cup because it’s WONDER WOMAN.

I was a little excited.

More so since I had just finished reading the graphic novel DC Universe Rebirth Wonder Woman Volume 2: Year One. I wasn’t a big fan of Wonder Woman growing up. I felt she was forced on me because I was a girl. My heroes were She-Ra, Red Sonja, Princess Leia, and later on, Jean Grey. But after reading vol 2 (before vol 1 because I love origin stories), I really enjoyed Wonder Woman. She was the best part of Batman v Superman. I got the animation movie a couple of weeks ago and watched it with the boys to prepare them for Wonder Woman.

Just as the DC intro started, I whispered a prayer. “Please don’t suck.”

And it was amazing! The fight scenes were amazing. Wonder Woman was amazing. She was innocent and tough, hopeful and passionate, warrior and princess. And the boys loved it.

Tornado E kept talking to Tornado S, discussing scenes and plot points. And what the hell, boys? Tornado S is my movie talker. That’s why I buy popcorn. Have some popcorn. Stop talking!

I think Tornado A, at 7 years old, was a little too young to see the movie, but I’m glad he went. This movie is so important for little girls. Representation matters. But my boys deserve female superheroes to look up to. Hell, they deserve female heroes to look up to.

Growing up with boys, loving superheros and Star Wars, growing up in the 80s, I was keenly aware of how little female representation there was. I loved Indiana Jones. I wanted to be him. I loved Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. I wanted to be like them. I watched the boys have all the fun, adventuring, fighting, saving the day. I wanted it too. While Red Sonja loomed in my childhood, seeing Tank Girl was amazing. A girl, who was weird and different and drove a tank. Wow. And the little girl of me would have loved the Wonder Woman. A princess with a sword and shield. Wow.

So my review, amazing. But I love comic book movies. I adore them. But this was a well-made movie, go see it.

As for the boys. They really enjoyed it. It was a tad too long for them, but they were interested. Tornado E prefers the comic book introduction. Tornado S and Tornado A prefer the animated movie. They have the same reason. It’s about Steve Trevor, the character they really identified with. Also I think Tornado E really wanted to see more of the Amazons learning about Steve and his world before sending Diana out.

So everyone loved it. I will totally see the movie again in theaters. Now the anticipation for the next Star Wars movie begins….

The Argument

Wonder Woman is out this weekend. I wasn’t a big Wonder Woman fan as a kid; I felt her forced onto girls. I found other superhero girls to love. Red Sonja, She-Ra, Jean Grey. But in recent years, I’ve come to appreciate her much more, especially since I’ve been getting gifts with Wonder Woman on them.

And then I saw Batman v Superman, and I was like I want to see more Wonder Woman. I’ve been waiting months for this movie.

And so have the boys.

Since the first trailer, they’ve been begging to go see it. My MO has always been to watch the movie first and then let them see it. But opening weekend is on my weekend with the boys.

Please, Mama, we love superhero movies!

Please, Mama, it looks really good!

Please, Mama, we want to go with you!

Please, Mama, it looks really fun!

Please, Mama, we’ve seen all the Iron Man movies and Thor movies and Avengers movies.

Please, Mama, Daddy let us see The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings movies.

Please, Mama, it has a woman superhero, and don’t you want us to see movies with strong women in the lead and support gender equality. (Tornado E, everybody; that kid is too damn smart.)

And it didn’t help that my dad turned on Batman v Superman in the middle of the movie to get my goat because I hate starting movies in the middle, and I really hate when we start movies in the middle for the boys. But my dad started it right before Wonder Woman jumped on the screen to kick butt in the final battle scene. I called for the boys, and we watched it together.

Then the boys got me a Wonder Woman picture for Mother’s Day.

Please, Mama!

Fine! Fine! We’ll go. I’ll take you. I won’t sneak off without you to see it.

Going to the Movies

Evan:  I’m going to the movie with my friends!  Homer and my animal friends!

Me: Who are your animal friends?

Evan: Master Monkey!  Master Mantis!  Master Tiger!  Master Monkey is going to get the popcorn, soda, and candy canes!  He’s going to get a lollipop!

Me: Wow.  What are you going to see?

Evan: Monsters vs Aliens!

Me: Wow.  That sounds like fun.

Evan: Wait!  I’ll tell you a story!  I saw Wall*e and Eve at the movies, getting candy!

Me: Really?

Evan: I saw Spiderman with his candy and Batman with his candy!

Me: So, do you want to go see Monsters vs Aliens with Daddy, Seanny, and me?

Evan: No!  It’s too scary!

 

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The Missing Blink

Evan: Seanny’s baby B.O.B!  I’m the Missing Blink!  And you’re Mommy Cockroach PhD!

 

 

Why won’t you let us take you to the movie?  And why am I the cockroach?

 

 

 

 

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Mama Mia, here we go again. My, my how can I resist you

Evan: Mommy!  I want you to teach me to be a star!  (Perhaps I’ve let him watch too much Mario Galaxy when Wally, Grandma and I have played, but I admit it’s cute.)  The star of the dance movie!  (Dance movie?  Wha-) The dance movie Mama Mia! You should bring it home for me to watch on TV!

 

Between the love of faeries and the witch custom, let’s keep this between us as your father will not understand.  Besides when did you hear about Mama Mia?

 

 

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Get Unserious if you want to critique Twilight

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Twilight and the rest of the series, and since I was doing the dishes, I composed this post with hopes to minimize the complete tediousness of the chore.  I read a lot of reviews about the books and the movies, but I always find bad reviews more interesting because, after all, it’s only one person’s opinion.

 

First: To those who hate the books.  I read a post the other day about how horrible the books were.  That they were tripe, and the blogger read them all in a weekend and that (THAT!) must be proof on how horrible they are.  Well, let me abuse anyone of the notion that this is fine literature.  These are books written for teenagers, so they aren’t going to be complex as, I don’t know, James Joyce or J.D. Salenger.  Oh, wait I read the Dubliners in a weekend, and I read Nine Stories and Catcher in the Rye in 24 hours.  The blogger went on to bemoan the happy ending and the fact that you can’t have sexy vampires without sex.  Again this was a book written for teenagers, and they LOVE happy endings.  And I, for one, think that it’s nice to have something in pop culture that isn’t about sex.  Aren’t teenagers inundated with too much of it as it is?

 

I can’t stress enough on how these books and movie were made for the target audience of teen girls.  I find it amusing that all these adults find the movies immature.  Well, gee, when Harry Potter really hit it big, I knew they weren’t the books for me because I wanted something with a little meat in it.  (Note: I plan on reading them soon.)  I read Stephanie Meyers’ books because I wanted an easy read, I love vampire books, and I knew it was really a romance book.  Yup, it’s a romance novel about soul mates.  Any vampire teenage girl book is ultimately about soul mates exist and love conquers all.   It gives them hope that maybe that special some one isn’t in the same high school but he’s out there somewhere looking for you.  Remember what they did with Dracula when the made Bram Stroker’s Dracula.  There was nothing about soul mates in that book.

 

Second: to all who hated the films.  Yes, it was made strictly for the fans.  Now, granted the director and screenwriter left out some helpful knowledge like why the Cullens don’t drink human blood and hey, vampire saliva is poisonous.  But it really was a decent movie.  I’m sorry it didn’t have enough gore and blood in it for some people, but they must have been oblivious to the fact this was made for teenage girls, not boys.  Then there’s the critic who was upset that Meyers took some liberties with her vampires, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the same critic who hated Underworld because it was just another typical vampire movie.  (Duh, that’s why I’m going to see it.  But how good is it: Interview with a Vampire good or Vampire in Brooklyn horrible?)  Of course, Meyers had to do something different with vampires; look at how many other vampire books are out there.

 

The other biggest problem for critical viewers was the giggling audience.  These critics believed the giggles were because of the poor acting and the poor script.  Well, I just saw the movie for a second time with friends who are big fans of the series, and we giggled a lot too and probably at inappropriate times.  I paid attention to what set it off.  It was because the actors acted like teenagers.  They talked like teenagers.  Edward getting tongue-tied and trying to make Bella believe some stupid lie.  The painful look of a newly-converted-to-animal-blood-diet vampire when he’s around humans made perfect comical sense.  The awkwardness of Bella reminded me of how awkward I was around my high school crush.  We laughed because we saw ourselves, and some of us saw are younger selves.

 

I’m just saying don’t go to this movie or read these books if you’re going to take them seriously.  When I want to read something serious, I read nonfiction because anything else could be made fun of; remember The DaVinci Code or Little Women.  They should be taken with a grain of salt because they’re fiction.  We read these books and see these movies because we want an escape.  It’s why I read fantasy novels and my mom reads romance.  It’s why I went several times to see Star Wars: Attack of the Clones.  (Which by the way must have the world’s worst romance scenes.  Talk about creepy, Anakin does it way better than Edward.  The lines in Star Wars were so corny AND melancholy.  You just wanted to commit suicide just to get out of watching it.)

 

So tip of the day: If you’re reading or watching something made for teenage girls, lighten up.

A sign your child watches too much Disney Channel

Evan walked in the room holding a VCR tape and announced, “It’s Movie Time Monday!”

 

Movie Time Monday is what the call the movie usurping the pre-school shows on the Disney Channel on Monday mornings.

Bring me the head of Yoda

My family are Star Wars fans.  Not fanatics, but we have seen the movies over and over.  We even saw all the new ones several times in the theater even though they sucked.  Honest to God, they sucked bad.

My husband’s love of Star Wars came at a young age.  Since he was born in ’71, he was the perfect age for the Star Wars trilogy.  To cinch the deal, as though it actually needed to be closed after watching the movie on the big screen as many times as he could beg his parents, that Christmas some family friends bought him the WHOLE set of Star Wars action figures.  We’re talking every single action figure they had made, plus the Millennium Falcon.  I can only imagine how the must of been.  He talks of it with longing, as he remembers how he kept pulling one toy after another out of a giant box.  Of course, he doesn’t have them anymore because he sold them in his early 20s for beer money.  Smart.

I was born the night after my parents went and saw The Empire Strikes Back.  Actually my mom thought she had indigestion from the pizza the night before.  Instead she was in labor.  What pop out?  A skinny, bald, big-head, big-ear baby, who bobbled her head if you didn’t support it.  (Yeah, my parents were pretty clueless when it came to babies.  I’ll write about it one day.)  Basically my dad held me up and proclaimed me Yoda.  And it stuck.  He encouraged the movies when ever they were on tv.  The three of us grew up wanting to be Jedis.

Now that my husband and I have boys of our own, we are just chomping on the bit to indoctrinate them into the culture.  We have Yoda toys everywhere.  My parents gave my husband tons of Happy Meal toys of Star Wars.  We own tons of Pez dispensers.  We own both trilogies and the Star Wars: Clone Wars series.  Let’s not mention all the video games.  We were ready to have boys.

But we’re a little too ready.  I threw one of the Clone War series in the DVD because it was a cartoon.  How bad could this be?  (Anyone with toddlers is laughing at me.)  Evan loved it!  He loved it!  And he wanted to be a Jedi.  After I explained that the red swords were for bad guys and the green and blue for good guys, Evan went in search for a sword to match the colors.  Realizing for the first time that to sword fight meant you needed someone to beat and hurt, Evan then searched for his new bad guy, Sean.  Great!  We weren’t even half way through the shows when Evan is using a foam stick to get his little brother.  Ah!  No more!  No more DVD.  Your brother is a Jedi.  Your both good guys!  Remember rule #1, no sword fighting an unarmed person!  Stupid DVD!

Of course, my husband wasn’t home for this colossal mistake, so now I have to keep convincing him that Star Wars is not a good idea right now.  He is also pushing the real movies.  They’re PG!!!!  My husband is completely clueless when it comes to ratings.  I actually caught him showing the Batman cartoons to Evan, and those are pretty violent and dark (Or the time several years ago when he wanted to put a movie on for his best friends kids {4&8}, he was about to put on Jurassic Park before his beast friend stopped him.)

Yesterday I learned the Evan is probably too young for the Yoda toys.  As I buy almost every Yoda toy I can find, we have several and several are too complicated for Evan.  Evan has a few rubber Yodas, but they are not nearly as fun as Mommy’s.  Those spin and do tricks.  And Daddy is just as pleased to let Evan play with him.  It’s like saying “Daddy, I love football; let’s watch.”  “Daddy, can I please play with Yoda?  I love him.”  Months of playing with Yoda have yielded no problems, except one of the Yoda’s heads comes off.  I watch this one carefully because it seems the perfect Sean-choking size or Evan-nose size.  Then yesterday Evan handed me one of Snap Lock beads and asked me to get Yoda’s head out of it.  Crap.  But I guess it could be worse.  I peered into the hole to see Yoda’s head at the bottom of the bead, realizing this was a fantastic opportunity to explain to Evan how we need to be careful with our toys.

As soon as the mini-lecture was over, Evan was running around bopping things with the Yoda pillow.  Yup, that worked.  Ah, running a household of boys.  I really need some more estrogen in this house.