Black Panther (2018)

As the titular superhero of Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman becomes to a generation of children what Christopher Reeve’s revelatory performance as/in Superman became to mine: an instant icon. Making this one all the more remarkable is that while the red-caped son of Krypton already had embodied truth, justice and the American way through decades of comic books, serials, TV shows and the like, Black Panther prowled about the pages of Marvel Comics in relative obscurity.

No more! This cool cat has been unleashed.

Inheriting the role of king of the African nation Wakanda, T’Challa (Boseman, Gods of Egypt) also inherits his late father’s secret identity as his people’s masked protector. Wakanda is masked as well — a village whose advanced technology and vast riches of vibranium (you know, that metal that powers a fellow Avenger’s shield) are hidden under a literal veil that, to an outsider’s naked eye, makes it appear Third World.

Such wonderful toys equip and enable T’Challa to be more than mere superhero — he’s the 007 of the Eastern Hemisphere! With his kid sister (scene-stealing Letitia Wright, Ready Player One) as his personal Q, T’Challa needs all the help he can get as a figure from his unknowing past (Michael B. Jordan, 2015’s less-than-Fantastic Four) attempts to take over the throne, by any means necessary.

While Black Panther’s rapturous success with audiences and critics is not at all surprising, the movie is overpraised. That’s hardly a knock on the film, because it’s still rousing entertainment for most of its two-plus hours. Much as he resuscitated the ailing Rocky franchise with the Oscar-nominated Creed, director Ryan Coogler usurps expectations by leaning heavily into James Bond’s territory. The movie belongs as much to the gadget-gotten spy genre as it does to the sci-fi adventure brand of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, standing on its own while making a snug fit into the MCU’s pre-existing serialized world.

The movie’s mere MCU-ness causes the most problems, with the usual overstuffed finale of foregone conclusions. Coogler and co-writer Joe Robert Cole, however, have a greater hold on their ensemble cast, giving so many talented people — Sterling K. Brown, Martin Freeman, Lupita Nyong’o, Andy Serkis, Angela Bassett, Forest Whitaker — a chance to act, rather than simply collect a nice paycheck. Special praise is reserved for Danai Gurira (My Soul to Take) and Florence Kasumba (Wonder Woman) as T’Challa’s spear-armed bodyguards; they roar and resonate so loudly, they deserve a vehicle all their own. —Rod Lott

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