There’s Coca Cola or Pepsi, there’s Apple or whatever else, there’s cats or dogs, there’s mountain or beaches. And there’s Marvel or DC. I’m Coca Cola, whatever, cats and dogs, beaches and MARVEL. I follow Marvel like a religion. Captain America is God. Spider-Man, junior God. And Black Widow, well, she doesn’t matter, but she’s okay, now that she has kids.
The latest instalment in the MCU is the Black Panther. That Wakandan prince who superhumanizes into a parkouring panther, to avenge his father’s death in a bombing. (You have to know the earlier movies to know what I am talking about) I wasn’t so eager to watch The Black Panther because, honestly, Spider-Man-Homecoming was a bit of a let-down. Maybe Spidey needed to evolve from a schoolboy to a full-time crime-fighting superhero. And that post-credits quip by Captain America about the virtues of patience, I actually laughed at that, when most groaned. And the real reason I didn’t want to watch Black Panther was because there was no oomph for me in it. But having given Thor-Rognarok also a miss, on account of baby-sitting, I decided I must watch TBP.
A month has passed since the release, spoiler alerts are already out, and I gather from all reviews and naysayers that it is a great film, and I still haven’t watched it. WHY, you ask? Because I cannot step out on school-days to watch a movie and on weekends, my family guilts me into spending time with them. I hear remarks like, “Oh, she wants to go for a movie rather than spend this precious weekend with us!” There, guilt trip! So I just roll my eyes, dig into ice cream and binge watch “Malcolm in the Middle”.
So, there’s no review for the movie, because I haven’t seen it yet. I watched Dr. Strange though, and while I cannot say I loved it, I did like it-mostly because of Benedict Cumberbatch. The movie, as such, was strange.
Until next cup of coffee, where I will lament about why Malcolm in the Middle ended!