I don’t want to sound racist, but … I didn’t like “Black Panther.” I can understand why some people liked the movie. I just didn’t care for it.
When I posted this on Facebook, people started Internet screaming at me. I had to remind people that I had an unfavorable opinion on a film, not a race.
I truly wanted to enjoy it. Also, I didn’t want to write about not enjoying it. Most of all, I didn’t want to write about the reactions to my opinion. I respect other people’s reviews, but I happen to have an odd taste in movies: I liked “Daredevil” with Ben Affleck, fell asleep in a “Transformers” movie and can’t wait for the Rock’s “Rampage” movie. If you liked Marvel’s latest, good for you.
My negative review is not because I’m white or couldn’t connect with any of the characters. I honestly thought the movie was boring. This is the first movie I’ve ever walked out of in my life. After 90 minutes, I couldn’t pay attention any more. Rather than be rude by playing games on my phone and disrupting other people’s movie experiences, I grabbed my jacket and left.
I liked the history of Wakanda, but interesting stuff started slipping away pretty quickly.
The blurry CGI made the fight scenes impossible for me to follow. I felt like I was watching a cartoon on fast forward. After a few of these, I stopped paying attention. I don’t know about you, but I go to superhero movies to see cool battles, not to wonder what the hell is going on.
I couldn’t tell what was more out of place, the shoddy computerized rhino or why the stupid scene appeared in the first place.
Whenever Black Panther took off his mask, I groaned because I knew he’d either be droning a diatribe or brooding silently. At least Killmonger and Klaue made their dialogue interesting.
An all-black talent team is cool, but after a while it just seemed forced as if they were tossing in famous black actors, giving them a few lines and applauding their own efforts. “Oh, we could put Angela Basset in some costume, and she’ll tell Black Panther he’s really important.” “Then, this will be great, we’ll get the guy from ‘Get Out’ to do something.” “Hey, do you think Morgan Freeman’s up to anything?”
Living up to the hype couldn’t be more impossible. When has a movie ever received a perfect Rotten Tomatoes score? I don’t know and I don’t care. I do my own reviewing.
By the time the film’s message started moralizing, I’d squirmed in my seat long enough.
Since I ditched the movie, I didn’t see the ending(s). When a friend “spoiled” them, I didn’t feel like I was shorted something from “Citizen Kane,” “The Usual Suspects” or “Fight Club.” I chirped, “Really? That’s it? That’s exactly what I expected for the first ending, but the secret endings sound like something so boring ‘The Phantom Menace’ would have edited them out.”
Hopefully, I don’t get invitations to join the KKK because I didn’t fall head over heels for this movie, but I also shouldn’t be heralded by NOW because I thought “Wonder Woman” rocked.
For me, “Black Panther” mirrors Olympic slalom snowboarding. I see the appeal, but both are of no interest to me.