Kelly Fristoe

The feature felt like a departure from the simple origin story that defined and actually conceived a new superhero: something that actually rang true. I was deeply moved by the frequent requiems to Chad Boseman and the easter egg revealing his son, the prince, but the remainder fell into a storytelling bedlam only occasionally interrupted by good acting. Because it tried so hard to net a leviathan audience, the movie lost its Mayan mythology lovers to an attempt to resurrect Iron Man. I loved the echo of Boseman’s famous lines: “Vengeance has consumed you. It's consuming them. I'm done letting it consume me.” I got somewhat choked at that, but the movie took too long to get there, and the truce made between the Wakandans and Talokans satisfied tremendously, until it was revoked and turned into a wait-and-see agenda. I hated that. Perhaps when Prince T’Challa grows up, Marvel lovers will get the movie they hoped for in this one.