Considering the spell that Beyoncé has cast with her own Lasso of Truth over cats, babies, eligible Indian bachelorettes, jazz legend Duke Ellington, a mass of ladies around London, and lord knows who/what else, the talks that she enters into soon with whoever's helming the silver-screen adaptation of Wonder Woman should be nothing more than a formality. And if B for any reason backs down, Hollywood should probably turn its collective back on the people unable to acquiesce to her demands.

Last year, she blabbed about how "A black Wonder Woman would be a powerful thing. It would be a dream come true to land the part." But Queen B's riding the apex of her fame arc right now, so even dreams are nothing but realities only slightly deferred. She's already demonstrated that she's capable of winning over the entire world with a single genius pop song; she's also shown that she can brawl with the feistiest opponent. Heck, she's even capable of the tenderness that producers will undoubtedly try to temper Wonder Woman's alter-ego Diana Prince with. More fittingly though, like Wonder Woman, Beyoncé too comes with her own peculiar armwear. After the i's are dotted and the t's crossed, production on the film should begin as early as mid-2010.