So, I finally saw Marvel’s Black Panther. After all of the hype and excitement, I was a little disappointed.
And fell asleep.
As an overall Marvel movie, Black Panther was “Meh” but as a medium to showcase perspective politics and Black culture, it “KILLED THAT SHIT!”
KILLED IT DEAD!
The movie illustrated a lot of struggles within the Black community, starting with the inability of the newly crowned King to secure the hand of his desired Queen, who preferred activism over domestication. (Perhaps the thrill of saving others excited her more than being courted by a weak King with an even weaker personality).
But that’s too deep.
Instead of taking it there, I’m simply going to mention two significant moments in the movie that correlated with actual adversities in the community.
Killmonger, the distant 1st cousin abandoned as a child, grew up fatherless and plagued by father-filled memories of Wakanda.
Killmonger lived in poverty while his father’s side of his family lived in prosperity; having done so exposed Killmonger to parts of Black-life that T’Challa was sheltered from and disconnected. The fight between Killmonger and T’Challa represented the clash between the angry-alpha Black man who struggled with the reality of their hardships (“street dudes”) and the clean cut, rule-following man who came from a two-parent household with a planned future (“the good guy”). When Killmonger won the throne, he immediately wanted to assist black people around the world in taking over. But when T’Challa got the throne back, instead of assisting other black people directly, he opened a center and announced involvement at a U.N meeting. (You know, how a rich person who has never experienced hardships create a charity and then holds an event to announce their involvement in that charity. Like that).
The women of Wakanda, made up of mostly soldiers, were strong, unified and overly protective of their weak king. (Black single mothers in the community and their subpar sons who can do no wrong despite the fuckery). They watched T’Challa lose to Killmonger (this man was thrown off of a cliff and only lived because he was saved by another tribe leader), yet they still fought for him against their own men to protect his leadership position.
And so on.
Ultimately, I’m glad that Black Panther ignited a sense of pride in Black people. For a few moments, it was nice for all of us to have Black pride without it being based on anything but being happy to be Black.
That was nice.
Even still with Black Panther 2 being confirmed to be in the making, I’ll definitely be waiting to see it on Netflix.