I came out of the screening for Black Panther unmoved. I like films set in Africa. I like star Chadwick Boseman. I sometimes like director Ryan Coogler and actor Michael B. Jordan. I like actress Lupita Nyong'o. I even like superhero movies sometimes.
Not this time. There were so many things that didn't work for me, right form the outset. What kind of royal family sends the king's brother to do undercover intel work in early-'90s Oakland? For that matter, what country that has a policy of hiding from the world bothers with a worldwide network of undercover operatives? The list of grievances was long.
In the end, I broke down and wrote a tepidly positive review, mostly because I liked the ideas that went into the film more than the execution. But I had to think a lot about it to get to that point. A properly executed film of should hit both head and heart. Oh well.
Speaking of where a film hits, The Double Lover takes aim at the head, the heart, and the nether regions. Two out of three ain't bad? It's better than Early Man's numbskull humor, anyway.
And speaking of the head: The Female Brain is not yet reviewed. Maybe tonight.
In other news, there's still time to take in this year's Oscar-Nominated Short Films before they are sent to short-film heaven.