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“Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” — 2+ Hours of My Life I’ll Never Get Back
2/1/23 | Marty Fierro

To note that the latest Disney/Marvel Studios woke Phase Four installment, “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” is a waste of time is an insult to wastes of time.

This tiresome flick aspires to be a waste of time.

Disney/Marvel had a decision to make when the actor who originally played the Black Panther — the likable but mediocre Chadwick Boseman — died in real life: either drop the BP franchise entirely, or bull ahead with a politically-correct sequel, composed of forgettable secondary characters from the first film. Guess which way they went.

There’s a lot of furious fighting between black- and brown-skinned (or is it blue? Who cares?) warriors. Sticks figure prominently in these battles, how exciting.

Not even the introduction of new Marvel character Namor the Sub-Mariner helps. Disney/Marvel tweaked the character to have Mayan/Aztec/Incan pre-Colombian roots, which I suppose is a sop to that racial group.

An hour + into this turkey and I was looking longingly at the exit doors. Of my own home.

There are no spoiler warnings here, and no plot spoilers, as spoilers imply some level of interest in the movie’s plot.

Not even the one mid-end-credits vignette, where hints of coming developments in future Marvel films are usually aired, is worthwhile. Just another yawn in a long series of yawns. Wak-yawn-da Forever.

You’ve got better things to waste your time on — like trying to catch your right thumb with your right hand — than watching this movie.