La Bola Negra

LA BOLA NEGRA   ***

Javier Calvo and Javier Ambrossi

2026

IDEA:  Across multiple timelines spanning from the years just before the Spanish Civil War to contemporary Spain, the lives of a handful of gay men connect in fortuitous ways.

BLURB:  La Bola Negra names both an unfinished novel from the 1930s and a film from the 2020s that attempts to, if not finish the novel, continue its legacy and redeem it from the erasures of history. In doing so, the film symbolically enacts the very story it tells: the rescue of a lost work through the transhistorical fraternity, tenacity, and collaboration of queer creators across nearly a century. There is a hereditary inheritance here, but La Bola Negra’s braided timelines and character journeys reveal a less linear kind of inheritance, in which experience, memory, and knowledge are transferred between a constellation of gay men, both fictional and real. From Guitarricadelafuente’s gangly, perpetually sad-eyed trumpeter Sebastián, alienated amid the machismo of his Nationalist army brothers (however flagrantly homoerotic their rituals are), to the legendary Federico García Lorca, these men spiritually transcend their fractured times and places. Los Javis and co-screenwriter Alberto Conejero are the other, implicit figures in this intergenerational group of artists, and they take great care to make La Bola Negra an earnest tribute to voices stifled and lives destroyed by unjust regimes. That earnestness sometimes results in stilted, on-the-nose exposition, like when Lorca urges his lover to get his manuscript out into the world so gay people in the future can learn from it. The film is more convincing, and engaging, when it trusts its visuals and music to speak loudest, whether it’s as simple as an overhead shot of a truck crammed with maimed bodies, as ecstatic as a barroom dance captured in a single, pirouetting take, or as operatic (and lightly surreal, à la Lorca) as Carlos climbing out of a bombed-out casino onto majestic snowy slopes. There’s enough of these sequences to make La Bola Negra richer than the didactic project it sometimes feels like, and enough heart to land its idea that if trauma can be passed down through generations, so too can the tools for endurance.