Film

Stromboli

Name: Stromboli
Genre: Drama
Released: 1950
Cast: Ingrid Bergman, Mario Vitale, Renzo Cesana, Mario Sponzo, Gaetano Famularo

Drama

Ingrid Bergman arrives on a volcanic Italian island as a newlywed to a man she barely knows. Rossellini's film is a stark, uncompromising portrait of cultural collision and marital disillusionment—beautifully shot but emotionally severe. It's for viewers who want cinema that resists comfort, who believe marriage dramas can be as urgent as thrillers.

TMDb rating

3.6

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