Ever since word of Black Panther’s filming first made rounds, I’d been ready to see it. I decided early that this film was not going to miss me. Nope, not at all. An Opening Weekend viewing, though, was impossible. You see, the local cinema chain reported in the Friday papers that the weekend tickets were all sold out. Not even joking. Luckily, Kat (yes, she was back in Jamaica for a bit) had the good sense to grab Monday’s tickets right then and there. Much as I expected, the majesty of Wakanda blew me away. Credit to the creative team behind the film; the visual overload alone was worth the ticket price. What I didn’t expect, but I should have, was that I’d fan-girl for none other than Princess Shuri.