Anyone whose relevant knows that my kid adores Darth Vader. His adoration goes as far as DENYING that Darth Vader is the most atrocious of epic villains. He swears that Darth is simply misunderstood, by literally EVERYONE including the children he tried to kill on multiple occasions. 😓 Obviously he’s four going on five and these conversations ended with a Star Wars movie binge, after which he stood by his inaccurate beliefs much to my dismay.
So now we have Black Panther, which is the most incredibly, awe inspiring, representative 💥 💥 AMAZING movie to come out in ages. (Yeah I said it, all them other marvel movies suck donkey 🥜). Black Panther has introduced a whole new disagreement, who would win in a fight: Black Panther or Darth Vader? We’ve been arguing (yes I argued about this with a four year old, he’s not your average four year old 😬) since the movie came out and he was steadily refusing to go see it UNTIL TODAY. He slick shuffled into my room, wrapped in a blanket and said “mommy I wanna go see the panther but I still think Darth Vader will win”. Let me tell you I really wasn’t about to let that opportunity pass me by so we caught the next showing.
Being able to share this with him was an emotion invoking experience. To call it “incredible” or “amazing” wouldn’t really put into words how I was feeling experiencing the movie with him. His excitement at seeing BP in action was something to behold. When he caught his first glimpse of Wakanda, he stopped shoveling popcorn in his mouth. He was momentarily stunned. He wanted to know if there was really a place that looked like that, I told him it was called Africa and if he wanted one day we would go there.
There were so many scenes where he was sitting so still and gripping my hand. During the ritual battle, he turned to me and said “mommy they all look like us”. However in true Ezra fashion, he felt aligned with Killmonger because “he just needed to belong somewhere”. Which is true, I think there’s a little of Killmonger in each of us, we all are a bit adrift in this place we call “home”.
Second Viewing:
The movie was just as incredible as it was the first time. I still cried during scenes where I was overwhelmed by that sense of community and belonging. I cried several times and Ezra just patted my hand and handed me a tissue. It was even better this time because I shared it with my son. After the movie, my son told me he loved the women fighters and the girl scientist. He wanted to go work with her in the lab. It just made me wish we could really go there.
I’m so happy and honored that he allowed me to share this with him. He wants me to buy it when it comes out (DUH). Aside from the gun scenes, he loved everything about it and so did I (especially Winston Duke 😍😍😍😅 Lordt hammercy).
End Results:
Ezra STILL thinks that Darth Vader could win a fight with Black Panther. Specifically he says that he wouldn’t die because Black Panther is “too nice” and won’t kill him. 😒 I mean, he’s not wrong(about him being to nice) but he’s four! He shouldn’t be able to figure this out lol!
I am sticking firm by my stance that Ta’Challa would kick Darth Vader’s Ass!
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