Clearly, I am a DC fan. Comics, TV shows, cartoons, films, etc. Clearly. It is the comic book universe I identify with.

But I do enjoy a lot of the products of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And I’ve found my favorite one, Marvel-wise, and it joins my top picks superhero-genre-wise.

“Black Panther” (2018) did not disappoint. I’ve been wanting to see it since the first trailer I watched. (Not even because of the upcoming “Infinity War” or what not. It just looked awesome.)

And, man, would I like to watch it again.

No details for now. No analysis yet. It’s just… it’s as imaginative, intellectual, progressive, political, entertaining, meaningful and cohesive a film as I could ask.

(Plus, I may have fallen in love with the Wakandan people and developed a crush on their rightful king.)

Disclaimer: I have not read a single “Black Panther” comic book in my life, so I appreciate the mythos for however it was presented in the movie.

Warning: spoilers.

Peter and Yondu can get away with “I didn’t use my head, I used my heart,” but Bruce and Clark can’t get away with “Why did you say that name?”.

Both Peter and Bruce were doing something “out-of-character” (one was being forced to subjugate the universe; the other, actually willing to kill) when their reactions were triggered by something that reminded them of their mothers.

Kept waiting for a moment that would make me go “wow”. I teared up. Barely laughed because the dialogue and jokes felt… cheesy and cliché. Story was straightforward, but it felt like too many things were going on.

It was okay, I guess? Not bad. Just (in my opinion)… not as amazing as it was being marketed.