Yesterday: I ran
my mouth about people saying there can't be a good Wonder Woman movie. They've
taken years to produce nothing. I have myself half an hour to write how one
might go and had to stop when the alarm clock rang.
Today: I'm
sharing what I wrote, no editing, exposing my typos, my stream of
consciousness, and some hackneyed writing. At worst, I'm showing the earliest
thing in any of my creative processes I've ever put out there. I'm a little
scared.
Tomorrow: I'm
going to unpack my reasons for trying this, the offense of being told there's
no chance of a good Wonder Woman movie when they're trying to reboot Green Lantern and Flash, and perhaps field some
comments/hatemail.
We start with two points of view. Our first is Steve Trevor,
grounding us in the present United
States, post-Man of Steel. Our government is paranoid about what else is out
there. The Fortress of Solitude was just hiding in ice? So drones and stealth
pilots are sweeping as much space as possible. Trevor is piloting the most
advanced human machine out there scanning for suspicious signs and jaw-jacking
with friend Hal Jordan.
Our second (and main) point of view is through the island of Themyscira,
removed from modern culture. Their sky shimmers with the magical barriers that
keep the world ignorant to their presence; the Amazons have been hiding for a
long time, and there's mention that they've refused reconciliation even with
the king of Atlantis. Something awful and unspoken once happened here, but
Queen Hippolyta has decreed silence and progress. She sometimes watches the
modern world through a pool, ala the original Clash of the Titans, but forbids
others to view of it. The Amazons do not speak of the prison of Hades that
exists beneath their palace. The Amazons want to be alone, all except one. Guess
who.
