BROKEN BROTHERS: a review of "Creed III"

 

"CREED III"
Based upon characters created by Sylvester Stallone
Story by Ryan Coogler and Keenan Coogler & Zach Baylin
Screenplay Written by Keenan Coogler & Zach Baylin
Directed by Michael B. Jordan
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED PG 13

"It is easier to build strong children than fix broken men."
-Frederick Douglass. 1855

Last night, I watched the latest Chris Rock comedy standup special entitled "Selective Outrage," which aired as a global live streaming event upon Netflix. Rock's skills and artistry as a comic notwithstanding, the obvious draw of this event special was to see if he would, at long last, fully address the attack he withstood upon the global stage of the Academy Awards telecast one year ago, when a quip launched from him towards Jada Pinkett Smith therefore launched the fury of her husband Will Smith who roared expletives from his seat and then, launched himself on stage to physically assault Rock in retribution. 

In short, Rock did as desired. But, it was indeed cloaked within a fully uneven and strangely mercenary special, and one that felt to be more disingenuous than he consistently let on throughout with his prevalent statements of how he would never "play the victim" about the incident. Regardless, what struck me one year ago as well as last night, is how this one moment in time has done to illuminate the inner worlds and traumas of Black men, and globally famous Black men at that, and how those traumas reveal themselves in a world that is unacknowledging to the point of intolerance towards the cultivation of a Black male's emotional world.

Michael B. Jordan's directorial debut "Creed III," the third film in the ongoing saga of Adonis Creed speaks directly to this specific injustice in the world of Black men in America. It is an especially poignant document of the Black experience while also existing as a solid installment in this spin off of the "Rocky" series created by Sylvester Stallone nearly 50 years ago. 

"Creed III": again stars Michael B. Jordan as Adonis "Donnie" Creed, who at the start of this film, has remained victorious as the undisputed heavyweight boxing champion and has reached his period of well earned retirement. His marriage to musician/artist, now successful producer, Bianca Taylor (Tessa Thompson) remains strong as is their devotional bond to their young daughter Amara (Mila Davis-Kent), who is deaf and clearly wishes to follow n her boxing Dad's footsteps. Additionally, Adonis continues to care for and seek counsel from his aging Mother, Mary Anne Creed (Phylicia Rashad), who is now in ailing health due to a stroke.  

While Adonis, alongside his coach Tony "Little Duke" Evers Jr. (Wood Harris), operates the Delphi Boxing Academy, and promotes his protégé, world champion Felix Chavez (Jose Benavidez Jr.), his life hits a new obstacle with the unexpected return of childhood group home best friend/Golden Gloves champion/world champion hopeful Damien "Dame" Anderson (Jonathan Majors), new released from 18 years in prison. 

Dame craves a return to the ring, another chance to grab the title he was denied in the past, despite his current age and Adonis' retirement. The tension upon this reunion sparks conflict both internal and outwardly towards the friends as well as within Adonis' family and the comfort of his life which he has worked so diligently to cultivate.

Michael B. Jordan as leading man and director makes for a formidable presence in "Creed III," as he deftly continues to build the life story of this character. There is a certain poetry to the Creed series as it mirrors the thematic aesthetics Rocky series as well as the visual. Yes, we will receive the training montages and climactic boxing matches but it is more than interesting to witness how the character of Rocky was utilized during his life steps in comparison and contrast to Adonis Creed.

If the initial films in both cinematic arcs focused upon Rocky and Adonis as underdogs, and the second films found new strides within their love relationships and growing into their respective manhoods as domestic partners and parents as well as athletes and gradually aging warriors, "Creed III," very much like Sylvester Stallone's "Rocky III" (1982), finds Adonis Creed older, wiser and armed with an immense wealth, the culm nation of his efforts, hard work and dreams.

The differences between the two series is also just as startling as Stallone took hsi signature character from a human being into a pure box office cartoon and back to a  human being over the course of the series, while the story of Adonis Creed, initially brought to life in Writer/Director Ryan Coogler's "Creed" (2015), has paid strict attention to the overall humanity of the character, his environment, his struggles with his past, present and future and always without ever making him a caricature of himself. 

While a very strong film, a more than worthy addition to its two predecessors, "Creed III" is not a perfect film by any means. I do wish that more was given to Tessa Thompson to actually do as I wanted to see more of her story as a hearing impaired musician alongside Adonis' story. 

Additionally, I loved seeing the Creed family as a loving, supportive Black family dedicated towards and for each other, especially when raising their daughter. The scenes between Adonis and Amara are lovely, speaking to the truth and credibility of present and nurturing Black Fathers, a visual sorely lacking within pop culture, while also serving as a counterpoint to the character of Adonis as he never knew his Father, Rocky's one time nemesis turned closest friend Apollo Creed. I just wanted more of this relationship and to see how Adonis would navigate Amara's journey as a deaf child in a hearing world combined with her own growing anger issues. 

I understand that my point are essentially creating two more movies inside this one movie but that being said, it is a testament to how invested I have become in this world and these figures, that I wished more of their story was  being told in order to make the proceedings feel to be more complete.  

All of that being said, just imagine how easy it would have been for Michael B. Jordan to have sacrificed any nuance and deeper themed material, and just made a crowd pleaser, much like the fun yet nearly cartoonish "Rocky III." By contrast, Jordan's "Creed III" is a story of two Black men, Adonis and Dame, once as close as brothers, then separated by circumstance and now struggling with their own respective traumas that have followed each of them from childhood to the present, and have no outlet for outside of the boxing ring. 

It is telling that in one sequence durian an argument, Bianca suggests strongly that Adonis find someone to talk to. Another sequence showcases  Bianca's concern about Adonis' anger and how it affects their daughter. Even the film's climactic fight sequence is visually in a striking degree placing the emphasis not upon winning and losing but on the shared psychological trauma both Adonis and Dame are shouldering but each have no social/emotional skills to navigate and entrust within themselves outside of violence...in their cases, played out upon a world's stage and for profit. 

Michael B. Jordan's "Creed III" is an exploration of Black masculinity both in its positivity and its toxicity. It explores Black male excellence, physicality and psychology while exploring Black male pain and how as Black men, we are not given the tools by society to nurture ourselves. Both Adonis and Dame are bearing the weight of shared grief, shame, and loss while Dame also carries the jealous anger towards Adonis of the life he felt was due to him but taken away and Adonis bears the survivor's guilt. While the fight sequence is extremely well staged and propulsive, the finest sequence occurs after the fight...a scene of astounding quiet and sheer possibility of what us as Black men can achieve if given the opportunity to get in touch with our emotions, to nurture ourselves and heal ourselves. Both Michael B. Jordan and Jonathan Majors impress powerfully, as their imposing physiques completely belie their character's respective life long wounds. Watch Majors' eyes in particular, and I guarantee that you will see the childlike sadness at the core.

Where does Creed go from here? While I would love to see what happens next in the lives of Adonis Creed and his family, I am un sure what could necessitate a "Creed IV," as it does need to adhere to the certain tropes of the series as created originally by Sylvester Stallone. I don't know if Creed necessarily needs to go into the ring one more time but I am wondering if Michael B. Jordan could devise an ingenious way to still utilize this character and family to speak to the Black experience and allow the series to grow in surprising ways. I doubt it as the movie business is what it is, and certainly doesn't see box office value in Black healing and uplift at the expense of not showing Black pain and violence against each other. That is the way of the world in which we live, and one that did indeed have two Black men in Chris Rock and Will Smith, play out their respective traumas on open stages for all to view and judge.    

Just imagine if this was not the way, how much healthier we all would be.

TOO MUCH AND TOO LITTLE: a review of "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania"

 

"ANT-MAN AND THE WASP: QUANTUMANIA"
Based upon Marvel Comics
Screenplay Written by Jeff Loveness
Directed by Peyton Reed
**1/2 (two and a half stars)
RATED PG 13

Well...there's good news and bad news regarding the third entry in the "Ant-Man" series and 31st Marvel Cinematic Universe feature overall. 

The good news is that this episode is a step above the recent, and very significant, Marvel misfires in Sam Raimi's "Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness" (2022) and Taika Waititi's " Thor: Love And Thunder" (2022). And in Jonathan Majors, who portrays Kang The Conqueror (and his myriad of variants), Marvel has struck solid gold and I am extremely excited to see him play out over the course of the next few years in the self described "Multiverse Saga." 

The bad news should not really be of any surprise, if we are going to be honest about the current trajectory of the MCU. Marvel is clearly spreading itself too thin. While the assembly line nature of the MCU has been a factor that I have been critical of during this entire series, even in its earliest years, the overall consistency of quality has generally remained steadfast. Now, as the MCU has branched out to television as well as feature films, with all manner of hitting those release dates ruling the day, quality has begun to suffer.  For me, the television series have proven to being exceptional overall while the films has stumbled more often than not with the likes of Destin Daniel Cretton's Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings" (2021), Jon Watts' "Spider-Man: No Way Home" (2021) and Ryan Coogler's mountainous "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" (2022) emerging unscathed.  

With Peyton Reed's "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania," this third installment is a mixed bag. A film where I do appreciate the effort at stretching the canvas in a series that has essentially served as a Marvel palate cleanser in between the more cataclysmic episodes into something grander and darker, especially as it is teeing up a more than sizeable villain in Kang. And yet, for all that is included, it feels overstuffed in some ways and too miniscule in others, therefore making  this film another Marvel experience that just falls short of its goals. 

Peyton Reed's "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" opens with our hero Scott Lang (Paul Rudd) in an unusually more than stable stage in his life. After helping to save the universe from Thanos, he has become celebrated within his community, a successful memoirist, and ensconced in the warmth and security of his family, which includes girlfriend and crime fighting partner Hope van Dyne a.k.a. The Wasp (Evangeline Lilly), her parents a.k.a. the original Ant-Man and Wasp, Hank Pym (Michael Douglas) and Janet van Dyne (Michelle Pfeiffer), and most importantly, Scott's beloved (and now adult daughter) Cassie Lang (Kathryn Newton).

Quantum Realm remans the elephant in the room for this collective as Janet still refuses to speak of her 30 years lost and trapped inside of this universe set underneath our own. Her darkest fears are re-ignited as Cassie has constructed a device that would allow exploration of the Quantum Realm via signals, and without ever having to physically transport oneself. Yet, when one sent signal is answered back, or heroes are all whisked away into the depths of the Quantum Realm and thrust into all of the characters and dangers of Janet's past life...

...including the full introduction of Kang The Conqueror (Jonathan Majors), a once exiled traveler and now ruler of the entire Quantum Realm who is plotting his escape...if only Ant-Man can stop him. 

Unlike the small scaled but hugely entertaining and superbly inventive "Ant-Man" (2015) and the undercooked p lace holder "Ant-Man and the Wasp" (2018), Peyton Reed's "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" boasts a bolder, broader and as previously stated, considerably darker tone than its predecessors. This quality does indeed serve the series and the character of Scott Lang well as it allows a greater pathos to enter the proceedings considering the nature of what is already appearing to being a magnetic villain in Kang and his threat to the variety of multiverses already in collective danger as witnessed "Spider-Man: No Way Home," "Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness" and both Creator Jac Schaeffer and Director Matt Shakman's "WandaVision" (2021) and Creator Michael Waldron and Director Kate Herron's "Loki" (2021), where we were first introduced to the character of He Who Remains (also played by Jonathan Majors), an alternate version of Kang who resided in the Citadel At The End of Time. 

In Kang the Conqueror, Marvel has struck solid gold with Jonathan Majors, clearly the very best element in this film. To that end, Peyton Reed introduces him in a slow and sinister fashion, allowing us to hear about him before he is really seen. Even after his full introduction, Kang is viewed sporadically, also allowing the shadowy nature of him to permeate strongly, making us anxious to view him again. Once he arrives in full, Majors surprises over and again with his portrayal, which is often quieter than expected, or better yet, than what we are used to with domineering villains. Majors' Kang is reticent, thoughtful, somewhat bemused and lonely, a man lost in time while having seen every angle of it.  

And therefore, he always ahead of the curve but clever enough to not show his cards immediately. He is a man of intense patience...until he is not. 

Physically imposing, psychologically complex and coiled like a python waiting for the precise moment to strike, Jonathan Majors makes for an exceedingly impressive foe tp go against a hero as unlikely as Ant-Man, and their dichotomy is one that I wished the film had invested more energy. To that end, I had wished that Peyton Reed and his screenwriter Jeff Loveness had not allowed the release date to dictate the contents of their film and rather pushed that release date completely aside and given the film another pass, in order to really determine what needed to stay and go in order to make the best film possible.

In my mind, and in order to continue the more grounded aesthetic of the Ant-Man series, "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" needed to pay stricter attention to the film's core relationships in order to attain a greater emotional outcome, in essence, to remain intimate within the epic grandeur. Keep our focus upon the imbalance of Scott and Kang. Keep us focused upon the past history of Janet and Kang during their conjoined Quantum Realm exiles. Keep us focused the most upon Scott and his daughter Cassie, as the pathos of their missing five years deserves more than a few jokes and wistful looks between them. If Reed clearly wanted to take Ant-Man to a greater canvas, these are ways I feel could ensure that growth rather than what was delivered, a sub "Star Wars" feature length cantina character filled adventure that results in yet another CGI drenched war sequence between the oppressed against the oppressor, in this case, Kang. 

Paul Rudd remains as charming as ever and I enjoyed his chemistry with Kathryn Newton. I was thrilled to see Michelle Pfeiffer  in more of the forefront of the action, and I wished the film explored that aspect even more. To that end, Michael Douglass was completely wasted and as for Evangeline Lilly...I was absolutely confounded as to her essentially complete sidelining, especially as she is one half of the heroes in the film's title! 

To me, what has made the MCU endure as much as it has, and in true spirit to what the late, great Stan Lee created, was how the humanity always arrived first with the pyrotechnics placed second. If we don't care about these characters as human being, then what is the purpose? Peyton Reed's "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" is drowning in superfluous characters, sidelines and locations and it is all a morass for so many of the film's characters and the audience to find themselves lost within. And frankly, not much of it is very interesting, thrilling, or awe inspiring. 

I have written many times upon this site about how we are living in a period where special effects are simply not special anymore due to their ubiquity in film, television, and commercials. Because of this reality, I feel it creates a greater hurdle for special effects houses and teams to invent new ways to fully surprise and dazzle audiences again. With regards to this film, I remember feeling that sense of razzle dazzle when we saw the Quantum Realm for the first time. Rescuing Janet from that realm also gave our imaginations a spark for what could this world actually be like? And now, once we have the chance to essentially spend two hours in the Quantum Realm, it is a big bore and one where the characters themselves are unfazed by the experience--just as we witnessed in the recent adventures with Doctor  Strange in the multiverse and to a different degree, the overall glibness of the previous Thor adventure.

Visually speaking, the sub atomic Quantum Realm doesn't look terribly different than anything we've seen in the intergalactic landscapes of James Gunn's "Guardians Of The Galaxy" series and it is that Marvel sameness plus the lack of awe, excitement, terror, or any reactions to the variety of unreal locations from the characters that threatens to upend everything the MCU has spent years building upwards. I understand that for the ultimate world building of the MCU, there needs to be some visual consistency. But, I also feel there is a problem because every landscape runs the risk of becoming indistinguishable from each other, thus seriously diminishing that sense of wonder. Look, when the ending credit sequence of the film, one that featured a gorgeous array of psychedelic geometric patterns, made me think to myself, "Now, that's what the Quantum Realm could have looked like!," then you do detect a problem that occurred in the conception.       

If an advice form me were to be heard and taken into consideration, I would offer this to Marvel: SLOW DOWN! I feel that MCU overlord Kevin Feige, his writing team and directors need to stop the release dates, sit in a room and truly hammer down what the multiverse is, all of its rules and the overall trajectory of this saga through the already announced two Avengers films arriving two years from now.  Just lock the films in place conceptually and thematically so that everyone knows what they are supposed to be doing when conceiving the screenplays and setting the building blocks in place to this still interlocking narrative, to ensure rigid consistency and emotional triumph. 

Peyton Reed's "Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania" is by no means a failure. But it is a deeply flawed experience that is threatening to undo a journey that has some excellent potential...as well as a serous skilled and magnetic presence in the formidable Jonathan Majors, who is more than ready to deliver the goods. 

Marvel...don't let him...or us down.

DISRUPT THE DISRUPTORS: a review of "Glass Onion"

 

'"GLASS ONION"
Written and Directed by Rian Johnson
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED PG 13

Why does Rian Johnson make this so difficult when it always appears to be so easy?

How often do we have the opportunity to see a movie and not wish to ruin the surprise(s) for any potential viewers? How many times recently have you seen a movie before a friend and you struggle to not reveal too much so as not to spoil and yet, you are just anxious for that friend to see it for themselves...and then, you can speak freely about it? 

In our age of sequels, prequels, reboots, remakes and re-imaginings, plus the threat of spoiler alerts mere hours after the first screenings nationwide, those times truly are fewer based upon which movies are now even being released to theaters in addition to our streaming services. But there are still they occasional anomalies...

With Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion," I do have the sequel to his terrific "Knives Out" (2019) at my hands to share my reaction with you. Yet, unlike the nature of our serialized storytelling these days, there is no connective tissue between the two films other than Johnson himself as Writer and Director, the sly, loquaciously witty presence of Daniel Craig as Johnson's "World's Greatest Detective" Benoit Blanc and of course, the central twisty, turny mystery for Blanc to solve. 

At this time, I am more than delighted to announce that I found Rian Johnson's latest entry in his young series has delivered the goods as it is a most delicious cinematic meal and one that feels so effortlessly prepared and enthusiastically executed yet not remotely frivolous or forgettable. Johnson clearly has something to say within his latest mystery but he is unquestionably determined for us to have a great time!

Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion" finds our great detective Benoit Blanc (again richly played by Daniel Craig) fretting in his abode, struggling with lockdown during May 2020, a few months into our global isolation due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Suddenly, a mysterious box arrives at his door, containing a series of puzzles leading to an invitation to the vast Glass Onion mansion, located upon a private Greece island owned by Miles Bron (the perfectly unctuous Edward Norton), New York billionaire and co-founder of the technological company Alpha.

Blanc is soon joined in invitation by five of Miles Bron's friends to partake in a weekend murder mystery party at the mansion. The collective includes the following participants:

Lionel Toussaint (Leslie Odom Jr.), the head scientist at Alpha
Claire Debella (Kathryn Hahn), the Governor of Connecticut, now running for the United States Senate
Birdie Jay (Kate Hudson), a vapid and aging supermodel turned fashion designer plus her assistant Peg (Jessica Henwick)
Duke Cody (Dave Bautista), misogynistic video game and men's rights streamer plus his assistant/girlfriend Whiskey (Madelyn Cline)  

and finally, surprisingly...Alpha co-founder Cassandra "Andi" Brand (a terrific Janelle Monae), forced out of the company by Miles. 

When a member of the group ended up dead for real, it is up to Benoit Blanc to solve the real life murder mystery!

While I have to admit to enjoying the first installment a hair more than this new chapter, Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion" is a first rate comic thriller, that is again sharply written, briskly directed, and acted wonderfully by the entire cast, who are all clearly having a whale of a time while ensuring the story is served to its absolute best. The film is proudly frisky without becoming remotely frivolous or forgettable and definitely rewards subsequent viewings due t the excellent cinematic sleight of hand at work, both in front of and behind the camera. 

As a murder mystery, Rian Johnson has already established himself as a clever storyteller as evidenced by not only the original film but in his previous works such as the science fiction time travel thriller "Looper" (2012) and his high school set film noir ode in his debut feature "Brick" (2005). While he certainly displayed skill, energy and unquestionable talent with both of those films, they did leave me wanting and each felt to be ore of exercises in style rather than complete experiences. With "Glass Onion,": just as he displayed with "Knives Out" and spectacularly with "Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi" (2017), his stylistic tendencies remained powerfully with is storytelling growing in leaps, making the narrative both visually and motivationally worked in lockstep.

Truthfully, it would be very easy to overlook just how meticulous Rian Johnson's writing and directing actually is within "Glass Onion" because he makes it all look so easy! So breezy is his material and its execution that before you know it, you have completely missed details he has so clearly laid out directly in front of you--just as Benoit  Blanc announces to the party guests over and again. I repeat, it is all right in front of our eyes the entire time and still, ian Johnson trans us upon where to look and when in order to keep his mystery going..

And frankly, with streaming at our fingertips, we now have the opportunity to immediately review scenes and sequences to see if all of the pieces line up just as they are eventually revealed. I will admit to you to doing just that and just laughing to myself that Johnson was indeed this slick and had so perfectly distracted me from the action by keeping me riveted to watching the principals interact and luxuriating in the peppery dialogue that provides one zinger after another throughout. In accomplishing this feat, Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion" deftly set up residence in the cinematic vicinity of Steven Soderberg's outstanding "Ocean's Eleven" (2001).

As fun as "Glass Onion" is, it was also great to see that Rian Johnson has more on his mind than a murder mystery party, as he injected some food for though into the proceedings, which I am gathering is perhaps why he decided to place his narrative just after the start of the pandemic. 

Similarly, with Writer/Director Mike White's sensational HBO series "The White Lotus" (2021/2022), and Director Mark Mylod's stylish yet flawed "The Menu" (2022), Johnson has served up an "eat the rich" satire merged with opulent travel. But, looking a tad deeper, I am wondering if the tone is closer towards Writers/Directors Joel and Ethan Coen's "Burn After Reading" (2008), their absurdist comedy of fatal errors in which their collective of characters are all victims of their own narcissistic delusions at best and utter stupidity at worst.

"It's a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth," sermons Benoit Blanc to one of the film's characters and in essence, it feels that is the core pf the film as well as some sincere cultural commentary from the film's central character plus its creator. We are now existing within a "post-truth" society where basic facts are debated if not outright denied, and pre fabricated realities are valued over (again) what is directly in front of our eyes, taking the tenor of "history is written by the winners" to a new extreme. 

Much has already been made of Edward Norton's character supposedly being a stand in for Elon Musk, to which Rian Johnson denies. But, stay on that conceptual track, if you will. "Glass Onion" is populated with characters, who due to their immense wealth, privilege, and celebrity are in positions where they feel entitled and justified to invent their own realities regardless of what actually occurred. With that, and of course due to it's own title, we are meant to peel back the layers of the mysteries as well as the characters themselves to reveal all of the hidden truths, and within one, a more than righteous and rightful sense of palpable rage in need of justice.  

And really, should I say more? I really shouldn't as I won't assume that anyone who chooses to read this has already seen the film. But, that is where the absolute fun is! The not knowing ahead of time. Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion" is a delight from start to finish. Just go in as cold as possible, before movie advertisers gave us two minute versions of the entire film before we could see the entire vision, and allow yourself to be deeply entertained and rewarded.

THE LORD HIGH EMPEROR OF SUSTENANCE: a review of "The Menu"

 

"THE MENU"
Screenplay Written by Seth Reiss & Will Tracy
Directed by Mark Mylod
**1/2 (two and a half stars)
RATED R

Some meals just end up not coming into their full fruition, regardless of the ingredients involved and the depth of care to the preparation. 

With the nature of food, fine dining and culinary artistry, I would imagine that it is not terribly far fetched to find comparisons with the nature of literature, music, and any other art form, which includes the movies. The potential for greatness or failure always exists and even within the finest of artistic hands and hearts, sometimes the stars are aligned and sometimes they are not. 

With the movies, I have often expressed that the act of getting a movie completed and released at all must be akin to a minor miracle let alone the movie in question ending up as the full representation of the artist's vision...or even just being watchable. With food, I can gather that there are similarities in this particular vein, especially in the world of fine dining and elevated courses, in which recipes are and techniques are studied meticulously only to be re-invented over and again in the pursuit of creating that very meal that is completely unique, inventive, showcases the individualistic style of the chef as well as being delicious. It feels like an impossible feat and yet, when it happens, culinary art exists. But, one false move, no matter how miniscule, the art pursued is eluded.

I had this feeling as I viewed Director Mark Mylod's satirical, psychological thriller "The Menu." It is a mostly well constructed piece, a clever idea that is filled with the ingredients, so to speak, and is well executed but one that did leave me wanting. It is not a bad film by any means. It was one that lacked in satisfaction as it did not stick to the cinematic ribs (ahem). 

So as not to produce spoilers, I will try to keep the plot description brief. "The Menu" stars Ralph Finnes as celebrity chef Julian Slowik, operator of the exclusive restaurant Hawthorne, which is located upon a private island. 

This evening's guests include falling movie star (John Leguizamo) and his personal assistant (Aimee Carrero), a trio of young business partners (played by Rob Yang, Arturo Castro and Mark St. Cyr), a food critic (Janet McTeer) and her editor (Paul Adelstein), a wealthy elderly couple (played by Judith Light and Reed Birney) and finally, young Tyler Ledford (Nicholas Hoult) and his date Margot Mills (Anya Taylor-Joy).

Over the course of the night, the dinner guests will be served an elaborate and increasingly sinister menu leading to a final course that could prove deadly. 

Mark Mylod's "The Menu" is elegantly staged, akin to a malevolent play. With its concept of the uber wealthy in a state of glorious travel threatened with a dark underbelly of sociopathic dysfunctions, it feels perfectly timed with the likes of Writer/Director Mike White's "The White Lotus" (2021/2022) series for HBO plus Writer/Director Rian Johnson's "Glass Onion" (2022), yet the end result feels considerably lacking when compared to the aforementioned works.

Where it succeeds best for me, it as a social commentary over our collective cultural identification as "foodies" combined with or due to our exposure to food via a host of television cooking competition reality programming. At its best, and much like how the late, great Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert's long standing presence in movie criticism for television educated and engaged the general public in how to watch, engage with and therefore discuss the movies, our current television food programming has given us similar gifts. We are now armed with a greater knowledge of food, where it comes from, how it is prepared and therefore, we have been given the language of how to discuss food. 

It has been quite the populist transition in demystifying the art of cooking while simultaneously upholding it, keeping the exclusivity of fine dining while bringing it it to the masses via our television screens. By learning more about food, we are given the opportunity to understanding how food works with our bodies and how to possibly eat better because of our new found knowledge of how the Science and art of food congeals. All of that being said, and as the old adage expresses, everybody's a critic, and regardless of how much new knowledge we may have when talking about food, everyone is not an expert. For if anyone could prepare food to such an elevated level, then anyone would...and we don't because we can't.

Mark Mylod's "The Menu" plays with that very unctuous, pretentious, pseudo intellectual fashion of preparing and experiencing food within the motivations of Chef Julian Slowick and his doomed patrons, where one false move could present dire consequences regardless of status and cache. Mylod creates a tale of class warfare and and upending societal and economic privileges, something that is actually very reminiscent of Director David Fincher's "The Game" (1993).

Yet, where that film's surrealist aesthetics truly weaved a deeply unsettling spell as a psychological thriller, it is also an exceedingly sharper and ore pointed satire, where "The Menu" overall succeeds in fits and starts. It is indeed fueled by an "eat the rich" narrative while also functioning just this side of horror but it never feels to go as far as it absolutely could.  

I did appreciate a certain multi-layered level to the existential horror of the film, especially as it is a parable about a collective of individuals who have amassed everything in their power but have sacrificed all manner of joy from their existence. A joy of inspiration and creation, a snuffing out of the spark that may have first inspired them, yet their main pursuits have become not of any sense of inner ascension but of socio-economic domination which leaves them all as gradually hollow shells rather than full human beings now all facing a certain judgement on this fateful night. 

As a thriller, all of the pieces are in place, the performances are strong, the visual sheen and design is effective and truthfully, the first half of the film builds strongly into two or even three shocking crescendos. But, the film overall in terms of its sense of character, as well as an exercise in terror, never really finds its footing in its second half as characters remain underwritten, character motivations are unclear and even questioned within the film by other characters and the participants feel shuffled from one sequence to another without any real consequences other than a plot driven inevitability which ends up undercutting any sense of that under the skin intensity this film needs. 

Mark Mylod's "The Menu" is well plated but feels decidedly undercooked and truthfully, in need of a re-fire. For it is one that is indeed lacking in heat! 

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY TO SAVAGE CINEMA!!!

This time, the day snuck up on me.

Dear readers, this evening, I had logged into this blogsite to try and write a brand new review for myself and for you when my Facebook memories greeted me with a revelation. It was a memory of two years ago and featured an image starring the number 11 front and center. Having no idea whatsoever of what this particular memory pertained to, I clicked and was then struck with full remembrance tinged with some melancholy.

The number 11 referred to the 11th anniversary of Savage Cinema, and since that was two years ago, this means that today is the 13th anniversary of the very day when I sat within my parents' basement in South suburban Illinois and very trepidaciously hatched this blogsite on which I would merge my love of writing and the movies into a deeply personalized space and a place for me to share those specific loves with anyone who chose to enter.  

As previously stated, I said this realization came tinged with melancholy. Well...frankly, how could I forget this very day, especially as there was a time, for much of this site's existence, when I would never have forgotten and would therefore have commemorated this experience and thanked all of you for supporting me throughout the years?  

Yet, somehow, I did. And truthfully, that omission makes me feel very sad indeed. 

All of this time, I have often expressed that I am Savage Cinema and Savage Cinema is me and in the forgetting, have I forgotten myself? Over these past three years definitely, and exacerbated by the pandemic, Savage Cinema has taken a drastic back seat within my life as the shut down of movie theaters combined with all of the real world anxieties and stresses when then folded into my mental health issues made the process of watching movies, let alone writing about them feel like a mountain too difficult to climb. 

In these past few years, I have to express to you hat there have been several film reviews that I began  and yet, never finished, due to a profound lack of mental energy due to work and internal stressors. How I would have loved to have written about Wes Anderson's "The French Dispatch" (2021),  Edgar Wright's "Last Night In Soho" (2021) or Peter Jackson's "The Beatles: Get Back" (2021), all of which I began (and for those keep score, I LOVED them all), yet sadly never finished due to lack of time, and lack of energy...

...but believe me, NEVER for a lack of caring.    

Admittedly, there have been times over these 13 years when I would take up a new review posting as a challenge, a means of honoring the promises I made to myself when I began this site. Yet, I always told myself that if at any point if writing a review began to feel like a job, then I should hit pause and re-think my purpose. That being said, I pressed onwards and write, wrote and wrote, and I look back and I feel such pride at this body of work I have amassed over these years. Even now, with Savage Cinema showing dramatically less output, that sense of accomplishment should not be undersold to myself by myself. 

Especially as I remember that very first post, the very one where tapping the "PUBLISH" button felt to be so terrifying. And after I hit "PUBLISH" upon this post, I will have reached a whopping 854 postings!!!! It happened. You helped me reach this milestone. That cannot be taken from me and perhaps, on this day where I have forgotten myself, this memory is helping me to remember myself. To remember that what was so frightening that very first time, did produce what exists today...and truthfully, what still can exist in the future.

I am Savage Cinema and Savage Cinema is me and I am still here...so...

There is yet another enormous aspect to this lack of activity on my part and that is due to the movies themselves.

For as much as I have changed over these years, so has the movie industry. I am not proclaiming the death of cinema or anything like that for I do believe that we are in a wave that has yet to completely turn and become something anew. But, these times do feel quite dire for the movies.

For years upon this site, I have expressed my long seated fatigue with superhero movies, as well as with all manner of sequels, prequels, reboots, remakes, and re-imaginings...even as I, just like all of you, continue to see such movies. In many ways, I do side with the likes of Martin Scorsese as he has decried the sheer abundance of say Marvel movies as being "theme park rides" and not "cinema." Now before we get ourselves lost in that particular debate, which in and of itself is yet another thread of the "high art" vs. "low art" battle (and one in which I will never engage as it is one I have never subscribed to), I will say that...to a degree...Scorsese is not wrong in his assessment.

Basically, it is a variation of what I have been feeling for at least 10 years: I have no problem whatsoever with the Marvel movies being made. I just don't need to see them every single week and definitely not at the expense of every other movie that could be made. 

The motion picture industry has been inching towards this moment for several years now and the pandemic exacerbated the inevitability. With the rise of the franchises in prevalence, creation and status as being EVENT MOVIES, films that are seen as "smaller" would find themselves pushed away--which in and of itself, creates the fallacy that EVENT movies are the only things that audiences wish to see (because, it could easily be argued, just look at the box office receipts and records constantly being made by the likes of Marvel and now, the latest "Avatar"--but of course, it could be argued as rebuttal, those movies would be setting box office records when nearly every screen in your local multiplex is showing that one particular movie thus severely limiting actual choices for audiences to make).

Besides, why can't great acting, great storytelling, great dialogue and great directing BE THE EVENT regardless of the film style or genre?!

Where are the adult drams? Where are the teen comedies? The romantic comedies, indie dramas, psychological thrillers, and any and all other cinematic offerings that do not fit into the sequel, prequel, remake, reboot, reimagined boxes? All to streaming services--and that includes new movies from filmmaking giants like The Coen Brothers, Spike Lee and the aforementioned Martin Scorsese! There are few  directors remaining that could potentially open a film just due to their  name--Quentin Tarantino, Christopher Nolan and Jordan Peele to name three. To that end, perhaps aside from Tom Cruise, do we have any movie stars anymore--that is if they appear in something where they are not required to adorn a cape and possess super powers? 

Yes, we have streaming, but I do not think that it would be unfair to suggest that many viewers are like myself who do feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of streaming content and services that it is difficult to know where to begin...and so, little to nothing is watched at all. 

Even worse, there is  the decrease in actual movie theaters. I do not know about where you happen to live but in my home base of Madison, WI, where I have called home since 1987, we are now in a movie theater desert. As a college student at UW-Madison, right in the heart of the city and downtown area, during the 1980's and 1990's, 

There once existed University Square 4, a small 4 screen multiplex--where I saw nothing less then Spike Lee's "Jungle Fever" (1991), Ridley Scott's "Thelma and Louise" (1991), crossed a picket line to see Martin Scorsese's "The Last Temptation Of Christ" (1988), witnessed my one and only NC 17 film in Philip Kaufman's "Henry & June" (1990), copious midnight screenings of Alan Parker's "Pink Floyd: The Wall" (1982) and an ocean of great times at terrible flicks like Rod Daniel's "K-9" (1989). 

Down State Street and around the state Capitol building, there sat the Orpheum, the Majestic, the Strand and the Esquire. All of these were within walking distance and combined with all of the student film societies, the sheer presence of so many locations to engage within my passion for the movies, and on a student budget no less, made it a gift for people like me who were looking for alternatives to the Madison party scene or the sports fan community. In addition to all of those screens, there did exist the multiplexes by shopping malls, the Hilldale theater, the Westgate Art Cinema--where I saw Rob Reiner's "The Princess Bride" (1987) on opening weekend--and in 1989, the second run Market Square Theater multiplexes, specializing in second run features, was born. 

By now in 2022, our movie theater landscape has changed entirely and irrevocably. The Orpheum and Majestic are now concert venues. The Strand, Esquire, Westgate Art Cinema and that 4 screen campus multiplex are all lost to time itself. Hilldale was demolished to make way for the very first Sundance theater in the nation...a theater that Robert Redford himself arrived in Madison to announce its creation only to sell it years later. This November, that theater shut its doors...one full month earlier than expected and in the very same year that the Market Square Theaters shut its doors forever...even after apparently surviving the pandemic. 

Madison, WI now has essentially no movie theaters in the city as 2022 draws to a close, forcing theater goers like myself to venture to impersonal, corporate multiplexes in outlying communities in nearby Sun Prairie and Fitchburg (if that one can get past its own health code violations). Less choices, less theaters...certainly that does indeed make things difficult for a film enthusiast like myself. But a gain, movies are not dead and neither am I. There is a way and I do have these 854 posts and 13 years reconfirming that fact. 

I just need to make my way...just as I did 13 years ago.

Moving forward...what does it mean for  Savage Cinema? I am not prepared to roll those ending credits at all. In fact, I have a couple of ideas in my brain just waiting to be written. I just need to remind myself to be gentle with myself and take ANYTHING written and posted as a victory, for every new feature extends the life of this blogsite and my creative life. 

I wish to thank you for your patience, your understanding, your continued encouragement and support. Again, without you as my fuel, I never would have reached 13 years of Savage Cinema at all. 

And yes, I did reach 13 years of this experience.    

Thanks for the reminder.

WHOSE WORLD IS THIS?: a review of "Don't Worry Darling"

"DON'T WORRY DARLING"
Story by Carey Van Dyke & Shane Van Dyke and Katie Silberman
Screenplay Written by Katie Silberman
Directed by Olivia Wilde
***1/2 (three and a half stars)
RATED R

Friday, June 24, 2022... 

That date will forever be seared into my mind as it was on that very morning that the United States Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, therefore undoing what had been the law of the land for nearly 50 years. It was the proverbial line in the sand, that invisible barrier marked with "BEFORE" and "AFTER." The date where access to an abortion instantly became perilous for those who choose to seek or need one. Furthermore, and regardless of whatever one's view on abortion happen to be, the action on this date effectively announced that women in totality were not human beings deserving of the right to have autonomy over their own bodies. Decisions would have to be made for them by the men in power. 

On that very morning when the news was announced, I was taking my charges in the school aged Summer Camp for our adventure of the day, part of which was spent racing around the lawn of our State Capitol building here in Madison, WI, a location we essentially pass every single day. As the children played, I found myself pausing to regard all of the girls in my class, ranging in ages from 5-9, and all of whom are vibrant, eccentric, challenging, ingratiating, exuberant, gloriously zany and endlessly inventive human begins. I could not help to look at them and suddenly feel a tremendous amount of fear of the world they would potentially grow up into, their natural and completely individualist lights forcibly snuffed out by a world now armed against them for no other reason than their gender. 

For all of the talk about personal rights and freedom, especially during this time of Covid-19 and just the act of wearing a piece of cloth over one's mouth and nose caused conniptions by detractors, what does it mean when one does not possess the autonomy of the bodies in which they were born? If you don't own yourself, freedom is non-existent.

Watching Director Olivia Wilde's second film "Don't Worry Darling," an abrupt stylistic shift from the verbose teen comedy of her debut directorial feature "Booksmart" (2019) to this psychological thriller, I found myself undergoing the same feelings of dread and doom as I felt on that day in June. In many ways, much of what is presented within the film is familiar. Yet, for me, I do not mention this as a criticism for I think what Wilde has achieved is a unnerving fever dream of an experience that meets the moment of the precarious space where women stand within this country when held at the mercy of overly confident men who make the laws certainly, and wish to retain absolute power undeniably. 

I have now seen this film twice and still, I am honestly surprised at the vitriolic tenor of the largely negative reviews the film has received. Yes, we can debate about its sense of originality or lack thereof (which feels to be a moot point in this age of unending sequels, prequels, remakes, reboots, and re-imaginings) but for me, Wilde's film was less about being necessarily original but taking notes from the past to make a statement about the present.   

Set sometime in the 1950's, Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" stars Florence Pugh and Harry Styles as young, married couple Alice and Jack Chambers, residents of the idyllic and experimental company town of Victory, California, where the sun always shines, everyone is a snappy dresser, the men work each day while the women tend to their homes and each night is filled with splendid home cooked meals, ever flowing drinks, and wall to wall music and merriment. 

Each day, the men venture to work on the top secret "development of progressive materials" in the outlying desert location of Victory Headquarters, for the mysterious Victory Project, as overseen by Frank (Chris Pine), its enigmatic founder, while the women are instructed to never ask questions and just enjoy and relax into their existence as homemakers in their elegant lifestyles.

But, of course, all is not as it seems...not by a long shot.

After experiencing the odd behaviors of one of her neighbors, which are soon followed by increasing hallucinations and nightmares, Alice suspects a sinister secret is being kept from the residents of Victory by its founder thus rendering this supposed utopia as a certain kind of Hell.

Now, dear readers, if one were to automatically think of Director Bryan Forbes' "The Stepford Wives" (1975)--or Director Frank Oz's 2004 remake--while even regarding the trailers for Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling," you would not be mistaken or criticized for making the comparison. In fact, for all of the criticism launched against Wilde's film for its lack of originality, I actually counter that perception because I feel that she not only is more than aware of the clear comparisons between the two films, she has in effect leaned into these comparisons heavily to make her own commentary about the place of women in society with similarities and contrasts between the 1970's and the 21st century.  

Yes (and without intentionally producing spoilers), Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" owes quite a lot of its structure to "The Stepford Wives" with even a dash of Writer/Director Cameron Crowe's "Vanilla Sky" (2001) sprinkled in for good measure and for me, this was not a hindrance. As the late, great Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert used to express, "A film is not always about what it is about. It is about how it is about what it is about." I think that this is the engine at which Olivia Wilde is operating for her film and she is utilizing the familiarity, for herself and the audience, as a means to take us upon an extremely dark ride. 

I really loved how Wilde eschewed with any opening credits and thrust us immediately into a drunken dinner party, already suggesting that this is something of nightly regularity and that also something is decidedly wrong. That sense of unease is ever present. I loved how Wilde essentially did away with exposition and purposefully left holes and breadcrumbs throughout all of which will point towards the ultimate realization of what Victory is while also consistently commenting upon the action as we regard it and the effect was disturbing to stay the least. 

Through out the outstanding work from Wilde's team, which includes Cinematographer Matthew Libatique, Editor Affonso Goncalves, Composer John Powell, and Production Designer Katie Byron, the sheer perfection of Victory is disturbing, the comparative symmetry of watching the husband's cars flow out of their neighborhood cul-de-sac and Alice's creepy Busby Berkeley styled hallucinations are always unsettling and really, listen to the sheer parade of vintage pop songs being pumped into Victory (excellent breadcrumbs) and what of Frank's daily Victory broadcasts, which are either motivational or a form of brainwashing.

Weather never seems to exist as the sun always shines. A constantly pregnant neighbor who seemingly never has any other children. A lifestyle where ever present food, comfort, wine and sexual gratification feels forces you to question if anything is out of love or pacification leading to subjugation. Alice's odyssey throughout "Don't Worry Darling" is its own nightmarish wonderland where power, control and bodily autonomy itself are all in the balance. Through the familiar aesthetics and jet fueled by Florence Pugh's terrific leading performance, Olivia Wilde has fashioned a film that works within its own dream logic to address real world nightmares, especially as any victories of the feminist movement during the 1970's has given to our current regressive politics and right wing attitudes towards women in 2022.

There is a joke meme that I have seen as of late which is essentially, "If I only had the confidence of a mediocre White man." Think of that as you regard Wilde's film. Take note of the emasculation fear mongering the likes of Tucker Carlson performs every night upon his television show and think of that as we regard Frank and the men of Victory. Regard the sequence during which Jack receives a major Victory promotion during a swanky banquet and is then asked (or forced?) to perform a "celebratory" dance on stage all the while looking like a madhouse marionette (truly Harry Styles' best scene in the film) and just think of how something like fascism happens, how it recruits, and how it keeps subjects tethered. 

I think, whether obvious or not, there is more going on in this film that it has been given credit for and all of the muckraking in the press over all of the behind the scenes turmoil during and post production benefits no one and frankly, stifles and undercuts Olivia Wilde's storytelling vision as well as her position as a filmmaker...and considering what transpires within the film, this feels a little more than uncomfortably fitting. 

Olivia Wilde's "Don't Worry Darling" got under my skin. And after everything that transpires within the film, I think it is the final sound that we hear before the end credits that perhaps rattled me the most. For never do I wish for any woman, and definitely not the girls I care for presently, to ever feel that the lives they are leading reach the point where that sound has to be made. 

TESTAMENT FOR THE KING: a review of "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever"

 

"BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER"
Based upon the Marvel Comics series created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby
Story by Ryan Coogler
Screenplay Written by Ryan Coogler and Joe Robert Cole
Directed by Ryan Coogler
**** (four stars)
RATED PG 13

Bless you, Ryan Coogler. For your passion and determination, certainly. For the veritable ocean of love poured into this experience, unquestionably. 

It truly feels like the impossible has been made possible as Writer/Director Ryan Coogler, the architect behind "Black Panther" (2018), the greatest film in the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe canon, in my opinion, has astonishingly crafted and delivered an even more soul stirring experience and while faced when conceivably insurmountable odds. The utter shock of the death of Chadwick Boseman. King T'Challa himself, after a private battle with colon cancer in August 2020, felt to derail any possibilities of a second chapter and if there were none to be made, then so be it. Yet, Coogler remained intrepid, regrouped, carried onward and ultimately created a work that felt to be birthed from the communion of his spirit and Boseman's, with whom he had developed a close friendship. 

Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever," is the rare sequel, especially in our time of constant sequels, prequels, remakes, reboots and re-imaginings, that truly feels as if it was birthed through a purpose that exceeds itself far beyond anything solely commercial and cynical. In my original review of Coogler's "Black Panther," (housed in the February 2018 section of this blogsite) I remarked that the film felt to be the first Marvel film that was actually about something, ascending itself far above heroes and villains with subject matter pertaining towards, but not limited to, Black excellence. Black nationalism, and Afro-futurism as presented as a dream world of an uncolonized, technologically advanced African landscape and how that contrasts with the plight and displacement of colonized African-Americans. 

With "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever," Ryan Coogler has taken everything we loved about the original film and has extended and deepened his palate into something so specific to the Black experience plus experiences of the marginalized communities of color to the universal and primal emotions the human community experience when grieving and mourning. In essence, through immense tragedy, Ryan Coogler dug deeper than ever before and emerged with a testament of towering strength and emotion, propelling itself far from its MCU brethren and into an artistic statement, a kinetic, operatic, and shatteringly poetic installment that exists within its own triumphant lane. 

I will keep plot details to a minimum so as to to produce spoilers. Our story of "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" begins with grave solemnity as we and the characters are greeted with the death of King T'Challa. As T'Challa family and friends plus all of Wakanda reels from tragedy and attempts to continue onwards in the face of personal and national grief, a new threat arises in the form of the ankle winged Sub-Mariner himself, King Namor (played by Tenoch Huerta Mejia), ruler of the underwater civilization of Talocan, housed directly beneath Wakanda.

Even moreso than its predecessor, "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is majestic and mountainous, visually, artistically, sonically, philosophically, spiritually, and most importantly, humanely. While there are conceptual and story threads that link and further extend the MCU as a whole, Ryan Coogler, working so beautifully with his superlative cast and crew are firmly rooted within their collective communion of grief and tribute to Chadwick Boseman, that the film truly operates at a completely higher level. If the first film represented itself at a peak of quality, then this new film showcases Coogler's vision ascending to an even greater peak ensuring that "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" never exists as "just another Marvel movie" or "the next Marvel movie" but defiantly as a full, enriching, enveloping artistic statement upon its own considerable merits.  

The presentation is astounding, and just as with the first film, Coogler's world building is so resplendent and complete that it would be impossible to digest every detail within one sitting. The fictional world of Wakanda has grown even more lush and labyrinthine, so effectively that the lines of fantasy and reality are considerably blurred further...or perhaps, my wishes for Wakanda to being a real place have grown stronger. 

To that end, the film allows Coogler to envision and deliver a tremendous effort at world building, especially when adding in the underwater realm of Talocan. Just as Wakanda immerses itself in the colors, iconography, clothing, dialects and history to depict the uncolonized Africa, Coogler and his team perform the same feat when imagining Talocan, which is a hybrid mixture of Mesoamerican and Mayan cultures. Tremendous praise must be showered upon Costume Designer Ruth Carter plus Cinematographer Autumn Durald Arkapaw and good Lord, Composer Ludwig Goransson (might this be his finest score?) for truly showing the efforts of their talents and they extended of themselves to reach for greatness. 

In addition to the building of two distinct worlds, Ryan Coogler has also grown much ore comfortable with the handling of visual effects and larger scaled and unquestionably more complicated action sequences and large scaled set pieces, conjuring one image after another that never exists as CGI bombast or bludgeoning incoherence. He has amassed a vision that exudes an operatic heft which always resonates powerfully and emotionally, while shaking the confines of the movie theater walls. 

It is that specific quality that allows "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" to transcend the MCU and its own genre for it is an experience bathed in mourning and tribute to the character of T'Challa and his real world conduit, Chadwick Bosemean. It is evident that Ryan Coogler, his cast and crew KNEW that if they were to proceed with a new installment, it would have to be an experience worthy of the one who is no longer present in the flesh. It could not be an experience that was simply OK or a placeholder for the next Marvel movie. It HAD to be of value and of worth to the man, again as a character and as a human being in reality, fur the film is about his presence in its absence. How his life and the threads he weaved through the connections he made in life, affect everyone and everything now that he is gone. 

Throughout Wakanda and its inhabitants, from the characters of Wakandian Queen and T'halla's Mother, Ramonda (the ever regal Angela Bassett), T'Challa's sister and scientific genius Shuri (Letitia Wright), his lover and Wakandian spy Nakia (Lupito Nyong'o), Dora Milaje General and trusted ally Okoye (Danai Gurira) and leader of the Jabari mountain tribe, M'Baku (Winston Duke), "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is a film, about grief and the grieving process. All of the characters are given space to explore how they process and attempt to reconfigure their place in the world without T'Challa and it is uncanny with how there is an intimacy along with sequences and monologues that touch upon the Shakespearean. 

The moments when the film grows quiet, where it feels like we are gaining insight into the actor's otherwise private feelings regarding Chadwick Boseman's passing, we in the audience are also allow to process our own feelings whether regarding what Boseman meant to us or even our mourning for those we have lost in or real lives. It is a daring balancing act that Ryan Coogler honors beautifully and never allows the super heroics and pyrotechnics to overshadow, especially within its opening and closing scenes that so elegant in their poetic humanity.     

Further still, and through means of the very representation which always matters (especially in our current era of extremely loud and open racism and social/political violence against communities of color), his sense of metaphor and allegory remains strongly intact and again gives the film a greater purpose than just being about heroes and villains. 

Just as with the first film, we explore the relationship between the culture uncolonized Africans and colonized African-Americans who have been disconnected from our own sense of culture, history and legacy. Through Namor and his kingdom, Coogler explores a community of color that has been fully displaced and then forced to reinvent elsewhere, in this case, underneath Wakanda, this creating the metaphorical hierarchy, which itself created the conflict between the two nations and even further, extends from the consequences of T'Challa's nobility by ceasing Wakanda's existence as an isolationist society and an active part of the global community overall. 

Coogler then further explores that very Dr. Martin Luther King Jr./Malcom X dichotomy while acknowledging that both men and the philosophies they lived by were exceedingly more complex and nuanced than ever given credit for. Now that T'Challa is gone, how should Wakanda proceed as a nation? What is Black nationalism and therefore, Black militarism? Should two marginalized communities merge and formulate an alliance, in what purpose should such an alliance exist? In one of collaboration and solidarity, aiding in each other's self preservation and ascension? Or in contention and vengeance, always at the ready for revenge filled retribution towards each other (knowing such a conflict only benefits the dominant society) as well as against the dominant society? 

Even further still, so richly, and without calling obvious attention to itself, Ryan Cogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is a celebration and tribute to Black women, the pillars of our communities and even society itself as Black women have been pivotal to the preservation of our American democracy time and time and time again. Coogler gives us a tapestry of Black women in royalty, Black Women of Science, Black women as warriors, Black woman as teachers, and all of them function as Black women as LEADERS who are the collective heart and soul of Wakanda (and the film itself) for it does not exist without any of them. 

It feels fitting that in a film that stars Wakanda, a mythical world  once isolated from the rest of the world, plus the even more mythical landscape of Talocan hidden underneath, Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" should stand above and apart from its Marvel companions. Coogler has gifted us with a film that stands by itself so proudly and in such tremendous reverence to Chadwick Boseman and as it should. It would have been so easy to recast the role and be done with it, and hw mercenary an act that would have been. Thankfully, Coogler, his cast and crew dug as deeply as and properly, especially in a film that surrounds itself with concepts of family, legacy, traditions, and how we honor all those who came before. These artists stood upon the shoulders of the memory of and love for Boseman to give of themselves to make a film that stands in tribute to what he meant to them as well as to us. We grieve alongside our cast and their characters, and in doing so, our tears are shared as we are also thrust into a story that resonates with representation, revolution and spiritual resolution. 

There are good movies. There are bad movies. There are good to great Marvel movies and there are...um...not so good Marvel movies. Ryan Coogler's "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever is a GREAT MOVIE, a towering achievement and one of 2022's very best films.