Marvel’s latest superhero movie is, in
my opinion, bright, bold and colourful, but ultimately just ok. I found myself
quite charmed and won over by the initial stages of the movie, loving the
design work and the characterizations, but by the second half I was nodding off
as the film descended more and more into the Marvel cookie-cutter mold. It’s
fine, nothing terribly wrong with it, but beneath the surface it’s just more of
the same.
I was very impressed by the casting of
the film. Chadwick Boseman is T’Challa, king of Wakanda and the blank-slate
hero archetype designed to appeal to as wide an audience as possible. He does
have a charisma that makes you care for him, though. Michael B. Jordan is a
compelling arch-villain as Killmonger, out to usurp the throne. Lupita Nyong’o
is wonderful as T’Challa’s love-interest/partner Nakia and I really loved Danai
Gurira as Okoye, the top general of Wakanda’s army, but Letitia Wright stole
every scene she’s in as T’Challa’s tech wiz-kid sister, Shuri. Andy Serkis is
fun as one of the villains and Martin Freeman rounds out the cast as the token
white guy, in what amounts to a fun inversion of usual Hollywood racial casting
tropes.
The design of the film is absolutely
splendid, a really beautiful style I’d describe as Afro-futurism. The sets and
costumes are all top-notch, though some design choices I felt bordered on being
silly, but then again it is based on a comic book so silliness is to be
expected to some degree. I enjoyed the colour and variety on display and found
the action sequences mostly pretty good, if somewhat predictable.
However, things droop in the second half
and especially in the third act. There are definitely scenes that drag and the
narrative gets pretty murky and uninteresting after Killmonger takes the throne
of Wakanda. The movie then sets itself firmly on the rails of formulaic
restoration-of-the-status-quo amidst a sea of CGI spectacle and predictable action
beats that is the bane of nearly all Marvel movies, in my opinion. Also, the
themes of community and reaching out, while interestingly unpacked during the
first half of the film, are a bit too on-the-nose in some scenes, particularly
the preachy speech at the finale which I frankly could have done without.
On the whole, I found Black Panther to be a refreshing change
of colour from previous Marvel outings, but at its core it is not all that
original. These kinds of movies rarely are, however, so I appreciate the effort
by the filmmakers to alter the palette a little and offer kids (the target
audience) a wider range of stories than Whitey Saves the World. I think Black Panther is a culturally important
film, much like Wonder Woman, but it
lacks the playful subtlety that made that movie so much fun.
Bottom line: I
liked the new clothes but it’s an otherwise old horse.
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