Anna Thaler

Vermiglio (2024) tosses you right into the gritty heart of an Italian town that’s equal parts charming and cursed. Anna Thaler brings something electric to the screen, playing a woman who, honestly, seems to carry the weight of her entire family on her shoulders—like Atlas, but with more attitude and a killer wardrobe. The story kicks off after a family tragedy nobody wants to talk about (you know how it goes—everyone’s got secrets, but in this family, secrets have a body count). Anna’s character is the glue desperately trying to hold together a bunch of relatives who’d rather air their grievances at the dinner table than ever actually deal with their issues. Old wounds, fresh betrayals, and a whole lotta pasta—classic Italian drama, right? There’s this constant tug-of-war between tradition and change, like the characters are always stuck half-in, half-out of their own lives. The film pulls you through sun-baked streets and shadowy living rooms, where conversations are weapons and forgiveness is in seriously short supply. Thaler’s performance? It’s raw, pretty damn vulnerable, and sometimes so real it hurts to watch. She’s not your typical heroine—she messes up, says the wrong thing, but you root for her anyway because, honestly, who hasn’t been there? By the end, Vermiglio isn’t just about one woman’s pain or resilience—it’s about how people try, fail, and sometimes succeed at loving each other, even when it’s messy as hell. The film leaves you chewing on what family really means, long after the credits roll.