Film

Il Grido

Name: Il Grido
Genre: Drama
Released: 1957
Cast: Steve Cochran, Alida Valli, Dorian Gray, Jacqueline Jones, Gabriella Pallotta

A man's life unravels across the Po Valley after a brutal rejection. Antonioni's *Il Grido* is an ache dressed as neorealism—less about plot than the slow, almost physical sensation of displacement and shame. It's for anyone who's felt their world become foreign overnight, or who wants to sit inside heartbreak without looking away.

TMDb rating

3.7

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