Okay, so I’m a cis white middle-class queer Australian woman – but I am psyched as hell for the latest Marvel comic book movie Black Panther. Because even cis white middle-class queer women get mighty fucking bored of scrolling through movie after movie of white dude, white dude, white dude, white woman, white dude.
Nothing has made this clearer than Netflix. You scroll through Netflix – which, let’s face it, you spend more time doing than actually watching Netflix – and you see it clear as anything. White dude, white dude, white dude, front and fucking centre, white dude. Occasionally white woman. Yawn. So bored.
I’ve got nothing against white dudes. I just don’t need to see any more of their movies. I feel like I’ve seen them all, you know? Pretty much my whole life, nothing but white dude movies.
So I sat here just now watching the preview (or trailer, if you’re not from a land girt by sea) for Black Panther and these were my feels:
- oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
- oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!
- oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!
As you can see, quite the roller coaster.
And as Clarkisha Kent points out over on The Huff Post, that is a lot of dark-skinned actresses on screen, in an industry which generally prefers its black ladies to be less black, thank you very much.
So yeah, this cis white middle-class queer woman is looking forward to having all my tired comic book Hollywood blockbuster tropes blown out of the fucking water. Bring Black Panther on.
