Rachele Potrich

Vermiglio (2024) tosses you into this wild, moody Italian town where secrets basically ooze from the walls. Rachele Potrich steps in with this presence that’s both magnetic and quietly unsettling, playing a character who’s got more layers than an onion. At first, you don’t know if you trust her or want to run. She’s wrapped up in this web of old grudges, family messes, and a town that loves to gossip. The atmosphere? Think foggy nights, creaky floorboards, and that constant feeling someone’s watching. The story kicks off with a sudden tragedy—one of those things that forces everyone’s skeletons out of the closet. Potrich’s character finds herself tangled up in the aftermath, navigating lies, betrayals, and the kind of drama that only small towns seem to breed. As she digs deeper, old wounds get ripped open. You start to realize there’s way more going on than just your average whodunit. The film plays with time, dipping into flashbacks that make you question what’s real and who’s telling the truth. It’s not just a crime story—it’s about grief, obsession, and the weird things people do when they’re desperate to protect what’s left. Potrich nails the haunted, determined vibe, giving the whole movie this tense, emotional edge. By the time the credits roll, you’re left questioning everyone, even yourself. Vermiglio is the kind of movie that sits with you, long after you leave the theater.