There's a moment midway through Wonder Woman that works as perfect counterpoint to every one of the nine hundred and sixty-four superhero movies we've seen in the last decade. Having just sailed away from her man-free island of verdant meadows, waterfalls and nonstop archery tournaments, Diana, demigoddess and Princess of Themyscira, is “undercover” in London during World War I. Just before she and her guide-soon-to-be-sidekick Steve Trevor hop aboard a train to the Belgian front, she has a bit of ice cream.
Hardcore fans flipped out (the technical term is actually “squeed”), knowing what would come next, but everyone else got a nice bit of fish-out-of-water comedy. “You should be very proud,” she tells the vendor, oozing positivity. It's a lovely grace note to the character, reminiscent of another mythological deity-turned-superhero, Thor, who in his 2011 origin movie, sipped his first coffee and exclaimed, “This drink! I like it! Another!” before smashing ceramic all over the nice retro diner. Jane Foster yells at him a little (“ask nicely”) and he counters “I meant no disrespect." With both moments, there's something key and dare I say important happening.