★★1/2 We liked superhero comics because, even with conflicts growing from issue to issue, they promised color and adventure, larger-than-life fun. The “big themes” or “important morals” appeared foreshortened, without anyone putting them in front of them all the time like a billboard. Wakanda forever is the opposite: a huge poster that says “this is important” and an encyclopedia of political correctness at certain times forced to the extreme (the shot of two women treating each other as a couple is already a standard that does not bother except for the fact that that shows grafted without previously being built). The entrance of Namor, a veteran comic book character (one of the first superheroes, in fact: he was born in 1939) in the cinema required something else: why make him a Mayan descendant and king of Talokan instead of the ruler of Atlantis? Or is it less racism to go against the Atlanteans than against the Mayans? Therein lay the metaphorical and concrete power of popular art: in displacing “reality” to fantasy so that we could glimpse a truth. Politics in many cases rules in this film that also spends too much time showing sadness, to the point of leaving a great character with happy and humorous potential (Iron Heart), as a mere plot excuse. The worst: two hours forty so that everything is very clear and there are no doubts with the moral. And even worse: the real adventurous plot is clumsily resolved. .
