So, despite all the aesthetic anachronistic retro-futuristic steam/dieselpunk-Emily Browning-and-Abbie Cornish-and-blink-and-you’ll-miss-Jon-Hamm awesomeness calling to me, this film still sucked on nearly all levels.
Throughout the film I was partaking in the Male Gaze and furiously getting off on it. Well, that’s what it felt like. It was uncomfortable at many points. I just wanted to laugh—torn between amusement and indignation.
Yeah, okay, Babydoll thinks her imaginary epic battles give her empowerment, but what, is that going to save you from the bad guys in the world, retreating into yourself? Geebus, what a fucked up message to send to not just women but guys too.
I know, I know, I already knew to expect this in shameless Snyder fashion before I went into the cinema, but I was at least hoping for a smarter plot.
Also, total misuse of Jon Hamm. Barely saw him for a few minutes! I thought I was dreaming him myself.
