La Bola Negra (2026)

I’m still trying to find the words to fully encapsulate everything this film made me feel. I can’t recall the last time a movie left me so moved and devastated that it continued to linger in the back of my mind days after watching it. La Bola Negra is objectively one of the most important and deeply necessary films ever made—one that will hopefully inspire future generations of queer people to live truly and freely, while confronting those who still proudly raise their fists for fascism. It is a powerful reminder of how magnificent it is to have art…

There is something potently circular about this really quite evocative tryptich of tales of identity and freedom in a Spain being torn apart by prevailing religious and social prejudice, war and latterly a tumult of consequential guilt and grief. The most recent element focusses on "Alberto" (Carlos González) who lives with his boyfriend "Juan Pablo" (Julio Torres); struggles to make any sort of living as a playwright and has what can only be described as a volatile relationship with his mother "Teresa" (Lola Dueñas). When her father dies, he is told…

This film totally blew me away, the two directors are my spirit animals! Everything in this is perfect, the music just take me away!