Really good.

In a post-Captain America and Iron Man MCU, Black Panther was supposed to take up the mantle for Marvel stories going forward. After all, the original 2018 movie was a phenomenon. An unfeigned breakout hit — and deservedly so. It was a testament to Ryan Coogler’s ability as a director to put to screen such visually dynamic imagery and set forth ideas and philosophies far above your typical comic book blockbuster. And at the center of all of this, Chadwick Boseman. The now…
One of the few Marvel movies to break through the noise and, at times, become something else entirely. It still holds up on a rewatch with Black Panther successfully distancing itself from the typical comic book movie tropes, pitfalls, and IP-ification that troubles so much of the current superhero experience.
The color palette and visuals are still quite striking as well and Chadwick Boseman commands the screen, looking the part of a bonafide star.
Damn. Really thought Marvel had something for a second. Unfortunately, the unbearably campy humor just can’t be shaken, even here. For once, I had hope they might let a creator truly stand out and do more adult-oriented horror but instead we’re left with the same cookie-cutter action sequences found in every Marvel project.
Don’t be fooled by the black and white either as it was clearly an afterthought. It looks cheap, rushed, flat, and features just as much half-baked nonsense…
One of the more tonally bizarre viewing experiences in a while. The degree of difficulty transitioning from chemotherapy and children dying of malnutrition to Guns N’ Roses, screaming goats, and Russell Crowe doing a weird Italian accent is jarring to say the least. Unsurprisingly, Taika Waititi does not land the Guardian ship. Not even Hemsworth’s seemingly effortless charisma or Bale’s woefully underutilized villainy could save this one.