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She is, though, ultimately a supporting player in Ma Rainey. The true lead is Boseman, as Levee’s ambition and youthful swagger take center stage. In Levee, Wilson captures the swell of change, both destructive and vital. Levee stands on generational fault lines—between artistic traditions of the past and of the future, between old-timers born in the immediate shadow of slavery (and, of course, born into it) and the younger people eager to cast off the traumatic weight of history, to seize what they can in the present tense, violent and dangerous as that present still is.

Still, if WW84 is more optimistic than most of its 1980s equivalents, not all of the updates are so welcome. The CGI stops the action sequences being as visceral and believable as they were back in the days of practical stunts. And 1980s blockbusters usually wrapped things up in around two hours, whereas WW84 keeps going for 151 minutes – and it feels like it. The prologue shows us Diana as a girl in her idyllic all-female city state. She competes in a spectacular tournament which is essentially the Amazonian answer to a Quidditch final, and while pre-teen viewers will love it, this lengthy segment has almost nothing to do with the rest of the story. The section with Diana and Steve strolling around Washington is in no hurry, either, and the last act gets noisier and more jumbled the further it drags on.

Jenkins has said that she would have liked the film to be 15 minutes longer. Some viewers might have liked it to be 15 minutes shorter. But, for most of the running time, they will be happy to be in Wonder Woman’s uplifting company. In its old-fashioned, uncynical way, WW84 is one of the most enjoyable blockbusters to be released since 1984.

n the end, the actors can’t save the story. Wiig really, really tries, too. She vamps it up with Pascal, each of them going for arch performances the script can’t match. The plot grows more tangled and confusing by the minute, as the film’s central relationships are overshadowed by unnecessary globetrotting, flashy role reversals, and poor world building (which mines the time setting for visual and sonic cues but little else. The story does nothing to explain exactly what Diana has been doing in the years since WWI or why she decided to ignore intervening global horrors she might have otherwise dismantled.) In the comics, Diana forms a curious bond with Barbara, whose work as an archaeologist and obsession with the Amazons adds an intriguing layer to their friendship. Little of that transfers to the film; the sequel continues the franchise’s earnest streak, but without a stronger narrative it feels unearned and, worse yet, calculated. Gal Gadot admittedly remains a warm presence in the franchise, and Chris Pine does his best with the story. It makes sense that Steve and Diana would become positioned against Barbara and Maxwell, with his murkily defined goals of domination. But why not lean into the best aspect of the preceding story: the Amazons? Why bring Robin Wright back if you’re not going to give her another juicy action scene? Blessedly, the movie is free of empty “girl power” slogans and mortifying needle drops, but is that enough? I want intrigue! I want grace! With the full might of the modern Hollywood apparatus and an ungodly amount of money, is this really the best we can get? The movie insults by offering scraps and making us pretend it’s a meal.