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Sameer and The Chief quickly volunteer as their time with Diana have inspired them to fight for a cause. Charlie, however, hesitates. You see Charlie can’t shoot anymore. His PTSD is too overwhelming and he’s afraid he’s become useless. “Maybe you’ll be better without me,” he says, pained by the idea that he’s too “broken” to help.“But who will sing to us, Charlie?” Diana asks. It’s a simple question that brings a smile to Charlie’s face, a song in his heart, and the group continues on their way.

On the surface, it’s a tender moment. One that shows just how close this group has become since dropping onto the front lines of World War One. But with one simple line, Wonder Woman has redefined what it is to be a man.

Patty Jenkins’s Diana, doesn’t ask Charlie to continue to fight for her. She doesn’t need him to kill for her. She doesn’t try to encourage him or make him feel guilty for not being able to kill anymore, or turn him away because he can’t. She simply asks him to do what he can. She simply asks him to sing, and tells us that we don’t need to fight to be strong enough to stand beside Wonder Woman. – “But who will sing to us, Charlie?” The Defining Power of Wonder Woman

By far one of my favorite small moments for one of my favorite supporting characters, and a blatant example of why men shouldn’t, but still will, fear female directors and creatives. The movie was full of things that were only there, and frankly, only GOOD, because of women. Whedon’s trash fire of a script showed that pretty well, but the male characters were truly a revelation in this movie. I was expecting the female characters to be great and they were, but I was dreading Diana/Steve and Diana surrounded by men. The thing is, though, that the male characters were so fleshed out, so whole, so much MORE than I’m used to even with male mains. They were people who were allowed to have failings and personalities and trauma. Even down to the background actors, like in that great scene so many people have mentioned when the soldiers pull off their gas masks to reveal traumatized teenage boys. The men were allowed to be people, and were allowed in a way that seldom happens without machismo or toxic masculinity reinforcement.

The fact that I, the lesbian that MRAs warn you about who would be perfectly happy in an all woman utopia never seeing a man again, has just written so much about how great the male characters were in this movie, a movie literally featuring an island from my fever dreams where everyone’s got ripped thighs and wears leather and no men are allowed, should tell you just how great it was.

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