THE WOMAN KING (2025)
Just stumbled out of THE WOMAN KING (2025) and I’m still vibrating, tears streaming, fists clenched like I just marched out of Dahomey myself
VIOLA DAVIS AS GENERAL NANISCA didn’t just show up… she DESCENDED. Every roar cracked the sky open, every tear carried centuries of silenced queens, every blade swing carved truth into the air. She didn’t act; she channeled every ancestor who ever dared the world to test them. I felt 400 years of power surge through that screen and land straight in my chest.
The Agojie? LIVING GODDESSES. The way they move as one unstoppable heartbeat, training montages that stole my breath, war cries that made the theater floor shake like the earth itself was answering the call. When they scream together?? My soul left my body and joined the charge.
This isn’t a film. This is a REVOLUTION. A coronation. A thunderous “WE WERE ALWAYS KINGS” shouted so loud history has no choice but to listen. Every Black woman who was ever told to shrink just grew ten feet taller tonight.
Take your daughters. Take your sons. Take your aunties, your grandmas, your bloodline. Some movies entertain; this one AWAKENS the giant inside you.
I’m not okay. I’m ALIVE. And I never want to come down from this.
10/10. A thousand spears out of five.
