Film

Rome, Open City

Name: Rome, Open City
Genre: Drama, War
Released: 1945
Cast: Aldo Fabrizi, Marcello Pagliero, Harry Feist, Anna Magnani, Maria Michi

Shot in the actual rubble of Rome only months after the Nazis left, using a real ration of professional actors and non-professionals off the street, this is the film that invented neorealism almost by accident. It follows a resistance leader on the run and the priest who helps him, and it hits with the unpolished force of something filmed because it had to be, not because anyone thought to make it beautiful.

TMDb rating

8.0

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