#Netflix

Claiming Cleopatra was black (an African), is like claiming Jada Pickett Smith is a loving and faithful wife. 

Surpassed my expectations in every regard. Total. Fucking. Masterpiece. 

Feminism in its raw, ferocious form but not hating the men that are good. Black pride in its purest, unadultered, undeniably visceral and justifiable form, the way it makes you feel their rage, to actually comprehend how they felt a release way beyond freedom and safety as they killed and beat the shit out of the white and black slavers alike is built up to in the best way possible.

When she kills her former rapist in front of their illegitimate daughter who she is not sure is even safe at that point, just that she is alive and is a traded slave probably... the scene is something so fucking powerful words cannot do it justice.

Acting 10, cinematography 10, FUCK it was Amazing, I was ready to cringe at some things or find it too predictable but the flow of scenes was so peculiar in a great way. You had no idea what mood or pace the next scene would have. The accents were done so accurate.

There are scenes in later episodes where I literally shed tears. I am not ashamed about admitting that but I will tell you that for me to do that, a series needs to really be powerful. Another series I have shed tears during that's big and on Netflix is Lucifer (but you need to watch many episodes and some seasons in before really getting to where it began to get that deep).

Squid Game is epic, genuinely, I have almost never watched something that made me feel so many emotions at once.