The next time someone tells me perfection does not exist, I will point them to Black Panther. If the movie had a flaw, the flaw was unnoticeable to the naked eye. A frequently asked question in life is “What’s your favorite movie?”  I never really had a favorite. I have clusters of movies that I group into my mental favorites category. Fruitvale Station. Avatar (the blue people, though the Last Airbender is one of my favorite cartoons). MCU movies. The rebooted Planet of the Apes movies. I have an announcement to make. I now have a new favorite movie. You should applaud.

When I say Black Panther was perfection, I mean it.  It was filled with so much Black Magic and #BlackGirlMagic to be specific, from Nakia to Okoye to Shuri. Black women were in positions of power. Shuri alone is a master scientist, while Okoye is the general of the king’s all-female special forces unit.

I went into Black Panther as three people: a Marvel fan, a Black person, and a journalist, but I think the Black in me overrode the other two people. As I write I’m struggling to find the words because no word, no sentence formed from the English language can describe the sheer perfection of Black Panther.

The journalist listened for the “best quotes” but the Black in me said, “Girl, if you write it down you gon’ miss something.” So, now I’m struggling to write, but really, the only thing I can tell you is, if you haven’t seen Black Panther, go see it. NOW. If you have seen it, see it again. And again. And again. Soak in the perfection. And then applaud me when I walk on stage to receive the award for finally having a favorite movie.


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