I made the mistake of watching "Wonder Woman 1984" the other night.
Not that Gal Gadot dressing in a very short skirt and very aptly-named breastplate is a bad thing, but even her charms couldn't make up for 2.5 hours of very weak plot and lacklustre action scenes.
The film reached its nadir when it came to the aviation bit. So Wonder Woman and her resurrected boyfriend, who was a pilot in World War I - yes, ONE, he died during WWI in the last movie... need to get from Washington DC to Cairo, Egypt.
Naturally, instead of booking a couple of first class tickets, they use her access to the Smithsonian, go through the Air & Space museum to an airstrip, where a Panavia Tornado is sitting on the tarmac.
I'm going to have to list the following problems in dot point.
The boyfriend who just woke up in 1984 after being dead for about 70 years, and who last flew a Sopwith Camel, was able to get in, start and fly a jet.
The Tornado, despite having a tandem cockpit, suddenly changed to side-by-side seating as soon as they got in.
After successfully taking off (and Wonder Woman turning the plane invisible, to eye as well as radar), they tooled around DC for a bit and flew THROUGH a fireworks display with expressions of wide-eyed wonder. You'd think that someone who (from his perspective) was dodging flak in a Camel a couple of days ago would be a bit leery of flying towards exploding things in the sky.
After their scenic flight of the city, they then flew to Cairo. Non stop. Without refuelling. 9,300km in an aircraft with a range of 1,390km. Without toilets, food or drink. And imagine the DVT!
My humble opinion - give it a miss. My disbelief was well and truly unsuspended.