25 years before Black Panther, a box-office bomb broke ground for black superheroes

A superhero movie comes out, but it doesn’t look like other superhero movies. The hero is black. So is the villain. So are almost all of the supporting characters. The movie touches on the main superhero-movie beats that we expect: the origin story, the demonstration of powers, the final battle with the equally powerful villain. But since it’s very much a black movie, it also considers things like the specific power of a unified black community. Its hero even considers the geopolitical ramifications of his powers. It’s everything we expect from a superhero movie, but it’s different, too.
Now: I do not mean to suggest that The Meteor Man, Robert Townsend’s 1993 superhero film, was in any way equivalent to what we’re seeing today with Black Panther. Black Panther, for one thing, is a global phenomenon, whereas The Meteor Man was an immediate monster flop, one that came nowhere near earning back its B-level budget. Black Panther is tied in with the ongoing phenomenon of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, whereas The Meteor Man attempted, without a whole lot of precision, to invent a new superhero from whole cloth. (There was a tie-in Marvel Meteor Man comic that ran for six issues, but I don’t think we can say that Meteor Man has ever been a part of any version of the Marvel Universe.)
Perhaps most importantly, Black Panther is a great movie, whereas The Meteor Man is merely watchable at best, and that probably has more to do with its time-capsule value and my own nostalgia than any real innate qualities. It’s a bit of a tonal mess, a comedy that still aims for grand melodramatic moments and action scenes that its budget and the special effects of its era were incapable of pulling off. Watching it today, the best things about The Meteor Man are its many, many cameos and its inexplicable touches, like the moment when we see Tiny Lister walking down a dark alley with a tiger on a leash.
Still, The Meteor Man was the first black superhero movie. That’s not nothing. It’s made from the perspective of a guy who loves jazz and hip-hop. Black actors who would later become famous, and later get superhero parts of their own, get big roles. Eddie Griffin plays a wacky inventor sidekick nine years before getting his own quasi-superhero vehicle with Undercover Brother. Don Cheadle plays a gang member with a satin jacket and a dangly earring 17 years before taking over as War Machine in Iron Man 2. (In a nod to superhero history, the movie also has an over-the-top Frank Gorshin, who’d played the Riddler on the old Batman TV series, as the leader of an international crime syndicate.) I saw The Meteor Man in the theater, and I remember that theater being full. This was in Baltimore, where pretty much every black movie did well. Still, I remember being surprised to learn that the movie was considered a flop.
Robert Townsend, like Black Panther auteur Ryan Coogler, came from independent film. After years of struggling as an actor and a stand-up comic, he made Hollywood Shuffle, a 1987 meta-movie about the struggles of being a black actor and attempting to make it. Townsend co-wrote the movie, directed it, produced it, and starred in it, and its cast included future In Living Color creator Keenen Ivory Wayans. (That same year, Townsend scored the fluke success of directing the Eddie Murphy stand-up movie Raw.) In 1991, Townsend once again did the Orson Welles-style writer/director/producer/star thing for The Five Heartbeats, a period piece about a fictional singing group. Hollywood Shuffle and The Five Heartbeats weren’t huge movies, but they showed a lot of promise. The Meteor Man was Townsend’s big swing. It didn’t really work out, but it was a noble attempt.
Townsend must have called in every favor imaginable to make the movie. An unreleased Michael Jackson song plays over the opening credits. Sitcom legends Robert Guillaume, from Benson, and Marla Gibbs, from The Jeffersons, play Meteor Man’s parents. Big Daddy Kane, as far as I could tell, only gets one line in the whole movie, but he lurks silently in the background of a lot of scenes. Cypress Hill, Naughty By Nature, and Biz Markie make cameos. Luther Vandross, Wallace Shawn, John Witherspoon, and Faizon Love are in there somewhere, too. And I should warn you that Bill Cosby is also in way too much of the movie, playing a silent and angelic homeless man who also gets meteor powers.
As a pure superhero movie, The Meteor Man doesn’t work. Townsend, playing substitute teacher and jazz musician Jefferson Reed, gets his powers when a glowing green meteor randomly hits him in a Washington, D.C. alleyway, melting gruesomely into his skin. We don’t learn anything about the meteor’s origins, and I guess it was dumb luck that it hit Reed. He’s got a pretty ill-defined set of powers, too. There’s the obligatory flight and superhuman strength, but there’s weird stuff as well. He can touch a book and immediately know everything in it, but only for 30 seconds. He can communicate with dogs. In one deeply strange moment, he clears out a vacant lot, plunges his hands into the dirt, and magically turns it into verdant farmland. Then he breathes misty white something into the air and makes it rain, and giant vegetables grow. That’s a pretty useful power! He only uses it the once. Whenever something doesn’t make sense, Eddie Griffin will show up with helpful expository dialogue: “I figured it out! The meteor changed your molecular cell structure.”
As a comedy, it doesn’t really work, either. There are some moments I like. Reed is scared of heights, so, as Meteor Man, he just flies about three feet from the ground. James Earl Jones, as an aging neighbor who’s always trying to act young, wears a hi-top fade wig and, at one point, raps on a street corner. The funniest person in the whole movie, I’m pretty surprised to say, is Sinbad, who gets a small recurring part as a suburban nerd who’s only now attempting to discover his blackness. But most of the jokes are hacky sitcom things. And Townsend undercuts these with even more hackneyed moments of solemnity. There’s a part, for instance, where Bloods and Crips—already somehow unified, without superhero intervention—are in a big shoot-out against police. Meteor Man flies in, and through the magic of wow-that’s-a-superhero awe, convinces everyone to get along. Later, a news anchor helpfully explains: “The gangs have now vowed to rebuild the community they have destroyed.”