In 1944, somewhere in Equatorial Guinea, the forest seemed determined to swallow everything whole, including the intentions of those who claimed to be crossing it to understand it. A team of Spanish photographers advanced at the heavy pace of cameras and crates, slicing through the canopy with flashes and the promise of future legends.

There is a word that transcends languages, borders, and time. A word that in French means black, but which in the collective imagination evokes mystery, elegance, and a cinematic aesthetic that has marked generations. That word is NOIR. And it is under that topic that the Quibdó Africa Film Festival opens its eighth edition in September 2026.

We live in a dog’s world, I said the other day, and the most ironic thing is that, amid this overdose of kibble and Italian leather leashes, Afro-descendant cinema still finds the strength to bark.