Well we’re in the last week of Black History Month and boy has it been different than the ones I’ve seen in the past.


The blackest superhero movie I have ever witnessed came out during my birthday weekend. My crew and I prepared for this movie.

I made different variations of dashiki’s for us to wear. My homie bought our tickets 2 weeks in advance. We stood in the parking lot at Grossmont and watched people walk in as we drank from the bar my faux brother keeps in his trunk. We were crunk and ready. I don’t remember being so happy for a movie to come out.  We all stood there and reveled in our blackness.

Black P review, AfroSapiophile (4)

We’re usually black and proud but that day we were prouder. We saw other black people in the theater dressed as characters from the movie. We saw black folk wearing traditional African clothing. We saw black people greet each other happily as we were all about to experience something that we’ve been  craving. It was like we were hungry and somebody laid out a buffet. When I tell you we ate it up. When the movie started we were like kids in a candy store and somebody told us we could get everything we want.

I don’t have time for spoilers because ya ass needs to go see it for yourself but there were parts of the movie that made white folks uncomfortable and by the time the movie was over I was full.

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I lot of the black superhero characters have the space to be stand-alone heroes, but they are not used as such. 

See, I’ve had a problem with all the Marvel and DC movies over the last 2-3 years. I’m tired of seeing white superheroes in the lead and the black superheroes sit in the back seat doling out witty banter or giving them ideas that save the day. I’m tired of watching movies where the black superhero is treated like the damsels in distress that needs to either save or back up the white protagonist.

I also want to mention, NOT A FUCKING PERM IN SIGHT. We were allowed to rock our natural crowns. Our beautiful hair.

To see black women play a significant role in this movie… we weren’t just sitting back and letting the men lead. We were leading the fight and looking damn good while doing so. We were inventors, warriors, mother’s, lovers and so much more.

I logged into Facebook and Twitter and swam in all the black greatness. I saw old people, middle aged people, teenagers and babies all dressed up and excited for this movie.


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We were finally represented. The good, the bad and the ugly. Erik Killmonger’s character was just as important as the T’Challa’s character. We got to see us in all our glory and in what’s wrong with us. They gave us a glimpse into what life could have possibly been if we weren’t colonized by white folks. See, it’s one thing to know we’ve always been great, innovative and smart but it’s another thing to see it on screen.

I also want to mention, NOT A FUCKING PERM IN SIGHT. We were allowed to rock our natural crowns. Our beautiful hair. Any and every way we saw fit. This was important to me. I have rocked my natural hair since I was 18 years old. I love my hair. When I do hair I prefer to work with natural hair. This movie highlighted that.

Black P review, AfroSapiophile (18)

This movie made me feel beautiful. In my flaws, in my greats and in my in between, I felt like my blackness was honored. I didn’t leave the theatre feeling like this was just one of our stories. I left the theatre feeling like this could be our reality.

Written by Diary of a Stereotypical Black Woman

I'm never sure what to say about me so I'll let you judge me and if I disagree with your assessment, I'll tell you. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pg/stereotypicalblackwoman/about/?ref=page_internal Twitter: @FBlkStereotype


  1. I literally just saw Black Panther not even an hour ago. Even though I shy away from so many mainstream films, I had to admit this was one of the better superhero movies I have seen in a long time. I’m not as dark skinned as most of the cast, but I thought it was awesome seeing someone who looked like they could be a member of my maternal side of the family represented well was heartwarming to me.


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