Wonder Woman 1984 (Patty Jenkins, 2020)

Why was this set in 1984? Why did Barbara Minerva become a cheetah per se? Was Max Lord really supposed to be stand-in for Trump and not just some generic evil capitalist? Is Wonder Woman really supposed to be so utterly charm-free or is that Gal Gadot's fault? Why do (so many) superheroes have to be so damn serious? Why did Gadot and Chris Pine generate less heat than a couple of wax figures? Why did Hans Zimmer's chesty, godawful score pound on almost non-stop for the last 45 minutes? Why did this have to be 151 minutes? Why was Kristen Wiig so wasted as Barbara Minerva?

I don't really care about the answers to these questions. They're just all I want to jot down before I evict this film from my memory. But I do know the answer to that last one. Comedy is a low genre. So Wiig should be honored to have appeared in such a, er, prestigious tentpole. But whatever life Wonder Woman 1984 has is due solely to her comedic talents in the early scenes before she transformed into a reject from Cats. An embarrassment, really. But, as I always say, hope the catering was good.

Grade: C

Nope!