You can almost smell the powdered wigs in Rossellini’s study of a dandified abyss.
A throwaway package for a pair of interesting Rossellini curios.
Remarkably, Stromboli doesn’t advocate the rejection of caution for passion.
Nothing less than a miracle is needed to rouse Ingrid Bergman's characters out of their spiritual stupor, and Rossellini provides it.
We could all stand to learn the lessons of Rossellini and Bazin.
The film’s theme is less the simplicity of religion than the religiosity of simplicity.