Wakanda Forever is maternal Marvel, and not just maternal but sisterly and resolutely female focused. Sisters doing it for themselves, IOW. The only men are supporting players, including the über villain, who’s not half bad but not man enough to give the movie balance. This is a serious flaw in a blockbuster, albeit Black Panther 2 recovers some at the end when we learn that the next Black Panther is male. Hallelujah!
BP2 is classic Marvel: lots of movie with lots of backstory that all leads to several cataclysmic battles. Yet even there it is female focused, with frequent attempts to talk it out before going to war. Blah, blah, blah.
Ultimately, Black Panther 2 can’t overcome the loss of Black Panther 1, the late, great Chadwick Boseman. His chill T’Challa was easy to admire and spend time with, plus was King. Now we wait for his true successor in Black Panther 3, whenever that heir to this diminished realm may hit the multiplexes.
Wakanda Forever is completely chaste. No sexual energy, none, not hetero and surprisingly not sapphic.