|Starring||Chadwick Boseman, Michael B Jordan, Angela Bassett, Letitia Wright, Lupita Nyong’o, Danai Gurari, Forest Whitaker, Martin Freeman, Andy Serkis|
|Release||14 FEB (US) 14 FEB (UK)|
Coogler has loaded his supporting cast with talent. Michael B Jordan is the star of the show as the villain, Erik Killmonger (pronounce it 'kill-mon-zhay' if it makes you feel better), a cut above the usual Marvel antagonist. Erik was raised as an orphan straight outta Oakland, the mirror image of our king-in-waiting; usually the villain's motives feel tacked on and trite, but Jordan grounds his bad guy with relatable problems and politics. Matched with a frightening physicality, Jordan's intense performance is almost to the detriment of Boseman, who occasionally comes off as a bore in comparison, but it's refreshing to see a flawed hero wrestle with and confront his own inadequacies - and those of the ones he loves. Everything matters here: family ties bind, actions have consequences, traditions are threatened - there is meaning behind every scene.
Black Panther scores points on another front: T'Challa literally surrounds himself with powerful women. Danai Gurari's warrior general Okoye is a force of nature in this movie: fierce and fluid, watching her and the rest of the Dora Milaje fight is like poetry in motion. Lupita Nyong'o gives the typical love interest role a little more bite, while Letitia Wright is superb as T'Challa's baby sister-slash-Q-branch facilitator, adding humour to the mix. Comedy is really the one area in which the movie doesn't particularly excel: coming off the back of Thor Ragnarok, Spider-Man Homecoming and Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2, the silliest Marvel movies to date, Black Panther is notably less funny than its predecessors. Nonetheless, earnestness is part of its appeal - it's nice to have a hero who isn't a snarky Stark archetype, with an endless supply of flip remarks on standby.
Rather than mimic the heroes that have gone before, Black Panther is far more interested in forging its own identity, carving out its own corner of the Marvel universe. Wakanda is a stunning achievement of Afro-futurism, a city that looks both forward and backwards. Soundtracked by an authentic score, the movie has an electric rhythmicality; every scene bounces as if dancing to the beat of its own drum. Production design is frequently jaw-dropping - the Jabari tribe set in the Wakandan mountains is particularly stunning - and Ruth E Carter's costume design is astonishing from kufi to flip-flop. At every turn and every beat, with every iconic image burned into your retinas, Black Panther feels new and exciting.
The necessary coat of Marvel gloss does take the edge off the finished product a little. The script is left wanting in places (Michael B Jordan's character is supposed to be dangerously smart but sure says stuff like "I'm your King now!" a whole lot) and your unavoidable hero-villain last act showdown is tempered a little by being shot in near dark, featuring two dudes in identical black bodysuits. Par for the course, I'd say. Everything about Black Panther feels reassuringly familiar but also like you're seeing it for the first time - like seeing the same picture you've admired countless times but painted with a different palette. The fact that audiences can appreciate Black Panther for both its significance to the industry and its contribution to the superhero genre is cause enough for everyone to celebrate. Long live the King.