At my screening, there was an actual woman dressed as Wonder Woman in the crowd. Whole groups of ladies sat together, unchaperoned and eating food that appeared to not even be low-fat, as though they weren't concerned with maintaining their figures. There were cheers when Wonder Woman leapt into the fray and fought men. Penis-having men! And she won! Pretty easily!
I get fiction. I understand the principles of fantasy and whimsy. I get that ladies like to imagine themselves as a princess or a scullery maid. But those stories all have princes or wealthy barons who serve a crucial storytelling function: They let the woman know what to do and when she needs to do it. And those men also save the day from the villain so the woman can be safe and then offer her vulva to the man in a show of respect and appreciation. Do you know how much of that happened in Wonder Woman? I think none. I can't remember because I blacked out for a spell, and when I woke up I was sharing a coffee with a woman and listening to her opinion on something. And I found it interesting!
All the old staples of Wonder Woman are present in the film, but not one of them is even remotely explained. I can only assume the editor was a complete fool. Hopefully, the director's cut explains even a fraction of the otherwise-gaping plot holes. Like, how is there an island of just women, yet it's covered in statues and stone buildings and there are numerous weapons? Who made all that stuff? And Wonder Woman has a magical lasso that compels people to tell the truth, yet the first time we see it, a woman is using it. How? You can't just guess at s**t like this! C'mon, man!