@DanHarmone@SoloBastard Nah don’t even move ground lol. The totalitarianism wasn’t even started by Ozai he was just continuing what was imprinted on him by Sozin.
@dardngo211@laynerocks1@Veldanova_Orig@ChihearsaWho@Superguy551 Yeah I understand that, death battle def shoulda divided the feat between everyone. But I think the only reason they didn’t is cause regardless if they divided the amount of strength showcased by Nolan individually is still wild there
@omarchyos@justxavierisunc @Di69K0 This is how I also felt. Like Peter was hanging up on miles mid sentence😂 I think the story/narrative kinda helped that aspect of the game make sense, and me not question it.
@Hooselander@ShrimpDippa Yeah I def agree!!! I was just telling someone how in my opinion season 1-5 is the definition of peak cinema. Literally has everything you could ask a show to have. 6-8 are great too but just a notch under 1-5
@BigDumbIdiotMan @GnuGamePlus Ehhh I kinda disagree, I think every superhero ever gets nerfed in almost every comic for the plot to further along. The flash’s rogue gallery are all none speedsters and we all read/watch him struggle with them perfectly when technically he’s fast enough to speed blitz them all
@Ap0calypticC@Scourge_5555@simj221@GnuGamePlus Then literally every Batman comic where he fights someone stronger than him is “bad writing”. Since he shouldn’t be fast enough to react to Superman but he does. Batman literally dodged Darksides Omega beams in the comics and I don’t see anyone complaining about “bad writing”
When Tyla said she is not Black but Coloured, she was not speaking into the American conversation about race at all. She was speaking in the language of her own country, shaped by its own history. Yet her words detonated in America as though they had been aimed there. This is what happens when a nation has spent a century convincing the world that its definitions are the only ones that matter.
America’s greatest export has never been war. It has never been democracy. It has never been freedom. America’s greatest export is the dream of itself.
It is not that the films are inherently better. It is not that the music contains some mystical note absent elsewhere. What America has, and what it has always had, is money, reach, and a machinery built to make its image the centre of the world.
This was not accidental. It was policy. It was the soft arm of empire. To project yourself outward until your face is the first one people recognise in the mirror.
And so the American way of life became the default. Other cultures were filed into two neat drawers: savage if they challenged the story, exotic if they could be sold back to you.
If you are Black, your first cinematic self was likely African American, the rapper, the sitcom character, the hero of a Spike Lee joint. If you are white in Europe or Australia, it was the white faces of American sitcoms and stadium tours. Whoever you were, your first image of yourself came with an American accent.
Over time, Americans began to believe the story they had written. When you grow up in the country that built itself into the cultural Mecca, it is easy to think you are the best simply because you are on top. You forget, or never know, that the game was fixed long before you played it.
But the monopoly is breaking. Nigeria’s Nollywood now speaks across oceans. South Korean dramas leap borders. India’s Bollywood never needed permission to fill theatres. Spanish thrillers keep strangers awake at night. Slumdog Millionaire, Squid Game, Money Heist, Shōgun — all aimed partly at the American market because that is where the money is, but no longer about America.
And here is the thing. Black Americans, who fought to be seen in their own country, became the global face of Blackness. That is a remarkable achievement. It was also made possible by the same system that excluded everyone else. Now Africans, Caribbeans, and Afro-Latins tell their own stories without making room for American centrality, and the absence is noticed.
We grew up watching you. You did not grow up watching us. And now the internet has levelled the ground just enough for others to speak without hesitation. Tyla’s words land differently because the world no longer accepts America as the only arbiter of meaning.
America’s greatest export was never its art. It was the power to decide which art, and which identities, the world would see. That power is no longer yours alone. There is both justice and loss in that.