Secondary Premiere
Being a snow bird enables me to see the differences and the similarities of Michigan and Georgia. Both have dozens of Black Panther 2 premiere parties and events planned as far out as weeks from now, but Atlanta, GA stepped it up a notch.
We had gift bags, and emailed photo ops with or without Wakandan Cosplay people along with a gift raffle of Black Panther products.
This particular premiere was held at a cinema with leather-like recline-able seats in private booths where you can order everything through your smart phone.
Your orders were then delivered to you while you enjoyed the mini-museum set-up and music that was done to honor not only the film but laying to rest both the actor Chadwick Boseman, aka Black Panther, T’Challa and his character.
It opened up the pathway of another Black Panther to forge their own take on the powerful character. It literally imploded the floodgates to clear the path for the new.
The story was told with gentle nuances of how we react and interact as we deal with grief.
It displayed that in anger or retribution we don’t think of the full outcome of our actions nor take into account the dilemmas that sometimes trickles down and cause even greater chaos when we have to make snap decisions while dealing with heartache.
The film did point out the way in which males and females make their decisions and how a simple action can be misconstrued whether deliberately or otherwise.
Director Ryan Coogler has become adept at tugging at the heartstrings while instilling lessons.
He did not disappoint. In my opinion, he was trying to relay how similar we all are but often envy can overshadow our reasoning when dealing with confrontation.
Letitia Wright (Princess Shuri) has big shoes to fill. Instead, she made her own with her grief-stricken performance of someone who has no choice but to be strong and carry on.
As usual, Marvel’s cinematics were impeccable. The visual of not only Wakanda but the new world of another unusual nation was visionary.
From the costumes to the explanation and framing of the culture, this story was completed with respect.
I had Kleenex just in case, but I ended up dabbing happy tears at the outcome. Like our worthy ancestors, Chadwick Boseman was not only honored but sent off with not a funeral but a celebration of his life.
I left with a feeling of hope.
Joyce Cade-Hitchye aka honorably disabled Michiganian Veteran writer and snowbird in Georgia
