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One of the little underrated things I liked about Black Panther was the way that they handled Everett Ross’ ‘redemption’ - which is to say, it wasn’t a redemption at all, and was never set up to be.
In any other media, the white American dude who’s an asshole to black characters would go one of two ways. He’d either be That Dick who ends up killed/ritually humiliated/fired by the end of the film, or his character development would be the film’s Big Thing. It would matter. We’d see him in the midst of this big emotional realisation, probably surrounded by smiling yet earnest African kids, before making this amazing breakthrough. He’d get a goddamn speech.
Instead it’s just…not an issue. Ross is a jerk at the beginning of the film, and by the end of it he’s not. It’s not about him. Developing as a character is just something that happens; he doesn’t win any brownie points for it. He has a pretty heroic moment in the finale’s battle, but the emotion of this intended sacrifice is not portrayed specifically as a redemption for him - it could have been played by any of the Wakandan characters and would have retained that same level of emotional impact.
It’s a nice facet of this film, because white viewers are simultaneously told that you don’t win brownie points for improving as a person, but also that even if you’re a jerk, you can get better. (Unlike the feeling on certain parts of a certain blue hellscape). Hell, you should get better. Improving as a human being is just something you do. Black Panther’s message seems to be one of: ‘Yes, Ross is more of a decent human being now. That’s nice. It’s not a big deal. Now have some more footage of Winston Duke absolutely killing it.’
The thing I love the most about Black Panther is how it uses every tiny detail to get its point across, and the biggest part of it is costume design. I don’t know enough about African cultures, and anyway it is not my place to speak about them, but I know a lot about European politics. Which is why one very neat thing stood out to me immediately.
Look at this:
This is still shot from King T’Chaka’s adress to United Nations. He wears incredibly safe ensemble - white shirt, navy cravat, conservative cut of suit. All very boring, and generally what is expected from the politician in room full of other politician. But! He is a king, who chooses to not wear anything that could point to his status, forgoing anything that could stood out in this room and point out he comes from different culture, with different goals. He comes across as outsider who chooses to “masquerade” as a part of big politics. In essence, he plays into other power’s expectation: a King of small, poor, insignificant country, stubbornly refusing help he desperately needs, but ultimately submissive to the bigger threats.
(Ingenious, really, how much you can tell with what you wear. Also: yikes.)
On the other hand, we have T’Challa right before he drops a metaphorical bomb on the UN, the little shit:
This suit, man. He does make a nod to “big politic” convention, then says “fuck it” and shows he is unapologetically African ruler. T’Challa doesn’t fuck around. Even before he starts to speak he shows he can and is willing to play the game, but he comes at it with his own agenda and goals, ready to command attention of the whole world. This is blatant message: I am here and I will be heard.
Fun fact: the guys at our college’s geology department prop out the doors with their samples. I totally understand why but as someone whose work with samples is necessarily super delicate and sterile it fucks me up so bad