The first best thing about Wonder Woman happens before the movie even starts. It’s in looking around the packed theater to see so many young girls eagerly waiting for a movie to start that doesn’t have even a hint of pink in it. As the mother of a 10-year old girl, I have been to more than my fair share of films targeting “young girls.” Anyone who thinks Frozen should be heralded as some kind of feminist manifesto because the heroine was saved by her sister and not some dude needs to Let it Go!

What I love about Wonder Woman is it’s not a “girl movie.” It’s a good movie, that happens to put some amazingly strong, intelligent, brave, beautiful women at the center of not just the film, but at the center of the answer to saving the world from itself.

Woman as savior, rescuer, and general badass is just fantastic.

Are there supporting male roles? Of course — and as both an unapologetic Trekkie and heterosexual female I’m a fan of the “above average” Chris Pine. But at its heart, the film is driven by a female character (and director) who manages to be both strong and vulnerable, emotional and stoic, beautiful and badass.

Is Wonder Woman the best movie ever? No. Is it some kind of hallmark of a new dawn of feminism? Probably not. Just as Thelma and Louise wasn’t. But the fact that it’s created such an uproar in a comic book universe where characters like Superman and Batman combined have had more than 20 films about them, speaks to the fact that the world may finally be ready for more Wonder Women.

Maybe someday we’ll even be ready to put one in the White House.