So, I haven’t seen Black Panther — but it feels like I have because the heightened climate in anticipation of the film’s arrival has been staggeringly infectious. And while joyful and historic occasions are rare and endearing — they can also be unbearably annoying — thanks to the tools that were constructed to turn against us.
My thoughts on the superhero blockbuster that’s holding the world hostage are many and varied but the first item on the list is how disappointing it is to have your worst fears realized. We all comprehend the wildness of social media — particularly Twitter — where I spend a shitload of my time.
Weeks before the grand premiere — the energy was already building up in ways that demonstrated what was to come.
Unfortunately, I’m not a film critic with strong ties to the industry — which could’ve afforded me the treat of seeing a screener before regular folks. The other issue is my present location and the complexities that restrain me from being able to join the eager crowd in the honor of viewing early previews or even showings during the conveniently long weekend.
That being said — it’s been quite fascinating internalizing the reaction of users who can’t wait to share pretty much everything about this life-altering event. The African-inspired garments that…
