Film

Senso

Name: Senso
Genre: Romance, Drama, War
Released: 1954
Cast: Farley Granger, Alida Valli, Massimo Girotti, Heinz Moog, Rina Morelli

Visconti's lush, opera-drenched tragedy follows an Italian countess who trades country and conscience for a reckless affair with an Austrian officer during the fight for independence. Shot in ravishing Technicolor and paced like a slow collapse, it's less about plot than about watching desire curdle into self-destruction. For anyone who wants their romance operatic, morally damning and gorgeously dressed.

TMDb rating

7.2

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