La Bola Negra: Cannes Loved It First
La Bola Negra is that film, except the Cannes part is genuinely earned.
La Bola Negra: Cannes Loved It First
There is a specific kind of film that arrives already wearing its own mythology — the kind that wins at Cannes, gets a trailer, and suddenly everyone is pretending they knew about it before the festival. *La Bola Negra* is that film, except the Cannes part is genuinely earned. Javier Calvo and Javier Ambrossi took the Best Director award for it, which means the duo responsible for some of the sharpest queer storytelling in Spanish television has now done it on cinema's most scrutinised stage. The trailer is out. Theatrical arrives on November 6. Netflix picks it up December 4. The awards campaign is already being built before most people have seen a single frame.
This is worth paying attention to for reasons beyond the buzz. Calvo and Ambrossi have always understood something that most directors in their lane don't — that queer epic isn't a contradiction in terms, it's an underexplored genre, and the scale they're operating at here suggests they've stopped asking for a seat at the table and started building their own. The Cannes win wasn't a consolation prize. It was a signal.
Meanwhile, Kane Parsons is twenty-one years old and A24 is preparing to offer him the largest deal in the studio's history to secure the *Backrooms* sequel and a second film. Warner Bros and HBO are circling with what one imagines is considerable money and considerably less taste. A24 built its identity on discovering exactly this kind of filmmaker and keeping them close before someone with a bigger cheque and a worse instinct poached them. The fact that they're prepared to break their own financial ceiling for a twenty-one-year-old is either the most A24 thing they've ever done or a sign that the bidding war has made everyone briefly lose their minds. Probably both.
And then there is *The Family Stone* sequel, which Luke Wilson says has a script that is "really funny," a sentence that would fill me with more confidence if it weren't describing a Christmas dramedy whose original existed in 2005 and whose cultural moment has been over for approximately as long. The holiday dramedy industrial complex does not need another entry. It needs a retirement plan.
The week's real verdict belongs to *La Bola Negra* — because a queer epic that wins Best Director at Cannes before it reaches a single multiplex is the kind of film that reminds you why you still go to cinemas in the first place, even when the person next to you breathes too loud during the quiet parts.