One pleasing/novel/alternate universe thing about the movie: I noticed was that the men were definitely supporting characters and ideal husbands: loving, attentive, supportive, encouraging. I guess that would put the film into the minority "chick flick" category robust populated by romantic comedies. Disconcerting that would be so noticible. The previous movie Wisteria & I watched the beautiful female lead unstuck the knife she had been stabbed with in a blood-gushing, heroic effort to save her true love. She sacrificed herself like so many of her filmic sisters. Le sigh.
I hate the custom of starting an action movie with a female being killed dead to serve as the catalyst for setting the grieving hero into motion. In Mad Max it took a long, agonizing while for the lives of the hero's wife and child to come to a tragic end. I remember the tortuous, drawn out suspense of the motorcycle gang zeroing in. (MM is probably the reason I'm not taken with steam punk fashions as well.) More recent movies don't bother with the foreplay. They dispense with the whacking off prelimaries right away. Revolting convention.