Movie Review: Does 'Black Panther' live up to the hype?
Pearl Boshomane Tsotetsi and Tymon Smith weigh in on Marvel's new superhero blockbuster
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It's unfair to expect someone to review a movie less than 24 hours after seeing it, because there's so much to unpack and process. But that's the position we've put ourselves in as media, isn't it? We have to be the first to do it, or at the very least one of the first. So, here we are.
Set in the fictional African nation of Wakanda - a secretly resource-rich, technologically advanced, as-yet-to-be-colonised African Utopia - Black Panther is more than a superhero movie. Yes, it has cool tech, great stunts, epic fight scenes, bulletproof catsuits, fast cars, good v evil, etcetera. But it also features sociopolitical commentary in varying degrees of explicitness - would it really be a 2018 movie if it didn't flash its "woke" card once in a while?
The main storyline picks up after T'Challa (aka Black Panther, played by the really good Chadwick Boseman) becomes king of Wakanda following his father's death in Captain America: Civil War. He goes back home for his coronation and to rule and stuff, but of course he faces some challenges and betrayals. You know, the usual. Every hero needs to be broken before being set up for a climactic return that makes both the audience and the other characters lose their minds.
WATCH | The trailer for Black Panther
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The soundtrack is great. The wardrobe is dope (even though it might as well be a collage of every African culture outfit one can find through a Google image search). The women are goddesses (seriously, how does one sign up to join the Dora Milaje, Wakanda's special forces?).
The accents are atrocious (aside from Andy Serkis's evil white South African accent). The Xhosa is hilariously bad, though the cast gets a B+ for effort (and yes, Wakanda is supposed to be in West Africa and Xhosa is unlike anything in West Africa - but at least it's a real language).
Some of Black Panther is reminiscent of The Lion King. Maybe even The Dark Knight. So it's not entirely original (is anything, these days?) but it's a well-executed, smart and entertaining two-hour ride.
Marvel's yet to produce a bad movie - and the fact that this is one of the finest to date says a lot. Watch it more than once.
Since his brilliant, angry and relevant 2013 debut Fruitvale Station - a dramatisation of the last hours of police-shooting victim Oscar Grant III - director Ryan Coogler has moved skilfully up the Hollywood ladder while remaining true to his commitment to put black American lives and political concerns firmly on the agenda. Most recently he reinvigorated the Rocky franchise with Creed.
It's no surprise then that Coogler has taken on the Afrofuturist, politically charged universe of Marvel's first black hero, the Black Panther, king of the isolated but powerful domain of Wakanda whose power is based on a natural resource that's preciously guarded and allows its people to develop superior technology.
The king is forcefully supported in his ventures into the real world to stop would-be smugglers and threats to the kingdom by a formidably powerful variety of strong Wakandan women.
There are also debates to be had about the way in which, while it's refreshing to see an inclusive and positive consideration of Africa in a major blockbuster, the conversation and interpretation of the continent are still reflected through a lens which moves from the outside in. The score by Swedish composer Ludwig Göransson is particularly guilty of this, ending up far too Lion King when it should be more Sun Ra.
There are of course the obligatory annoying Marvel regulars such as the Stan Lee cameo and the slightly over-long final action sequence but overall Coogler and his stellar cast have injected some much-needed real-world thoughtfulness into a genre that's tended for far too long to emphasise easy bombastic thrills to make quick box-office bucks.