The difference this time is that the schlock is in black-face, which does make a nice change from the usual schlock in white-face (or, as per
Wonder Woman, schlock in pseudo-feminist-face). Still, schlock is schlock. And, as a good friend of mine who, after hearing all the plaudits from amazed critics and so rushed off to see the film on opening day, pointed out to me: "It's a
children's movie, for god's sake." Which does makes one wonder about the destabilization of our increasingly idiotic critical establishment.
Oh, the movie scores it points about racial inequality-and-so-on. But since it is all about having and using super-powers, so what? This does
not make the film anything approaching "serious." There are some nice moments along the way, including a lovely comedic performance from
Letitia Wright (as our hero's sister), and the finale did move me more than I expected. For that I credit the movie's courage in allowing a major character (
Michael B. Jordan, above, the best thing in the film) to represent unalloyed black anger turned crazy and near-suicidal in the face of centuries of injustice.
Overall though, the film is too long, too obvious and too repetitive.
Chadwick Boseman, above, is better seen in just about anything else (don't miss him as James Brown in
Get on Up). The rest of the starry cast come through as expected but are unable to rise above the second-rate and second-hand material. Well, what do you want? It's Marvel, for fuck's sake. (And, no, DC ain't any better). This will be the last stupid-hero movie that
TrustMovies bothers to view or review.
BLACK PANTHER, running two-and-one-quarter hours, is playing all over. Click
here, if you must, to find a theater near you. For an antidote to this nonsense, I recommend you try
Strong Island, streaming now on
Netflix and nominated for the Best Documentary Oscar.
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