I just saw Black Panther, and it got me thinking about willful suspension of disbelief. I’ve got no problem with Vibranium, or a hidden African nation that is superior to western nations in all ways. I don’t have a problem with clothing that defies the laws of physics. This is Marvel’s Comic Universe, I’ll suspend my disbelief for these. But there was one thing in this film that tweaked me, pushed me out of the film for just a moment.