My wife and I were going to view some black superheroes this weekend, but the lines for the Michelle and Barack Obama portraits at the National Portrait Gallery were too long. So we saw Black Panther instead.
Spoiler-y review of Balck Panther:
I thought it was pretty good. The story involves the fictional African land of Star Wars, which is in Africa, and hidden away by Star Wars means. It starts out with the Challah, son of Chanukkah (played by Chapstick Boatman), being crowned King of Star Wars by way of fight scene. You get to meet a bunch of his support staff, including his funny genius sister Surely, his soon-to-be wife Nokia, and his bodyguard Ukulele. They're all pretty awesome. Gollum and Bilbo Baggins appear, and are both blown up by Killy McKillface (played by Michael Jordon, really), who has lopsided hair and wants to be king. Everyone gets a Batman suit, and then Killface and Challah have another fight scene with Star Wars space ships and orange and blue ninjas and rhinosauruses. There's a happy ending where everyone goes to Oakland, California to build hospitals for the poor, disenfranchised Americans, and Surely goes to Coachella, which is not in Africa.
The design was pretty great, even if Bilbo and all the space ships were kind of shoehorned in. It stands out from normal Star Wars fare by virtue of actually talking about current issues and racial disenfranchisementationalization in ways more nuanced, and from different points of view, than the average film-goer usually gets. All of Michael Jordan (really)'s dialogue could have come from the angry parts of Twitter, but I suppose that's why they gave it to a character called McKillface.
I rate it forty billion out of a possible wrong phone who dis