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Pray for Rosemary's Baby
A young couple moves into an infamous New York apartment building to start a family. Things become frightening as Rosemary begins to suspect her unborn baby isn't safe around their strange neighbors.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Roman Polanski’s American debut is a masterfully crafted psychological horror full of portentous dread, palpable paranoia and a queasy atmosphere. Rather than relying on cheap jump scares and graphic horror it is a film that worms its way into your subconscious as its insidious terror takes hold. Although very much a story for and about its times there is an ageless quality to the film’s creeping and unstoppable evil.
Based on Ira Levin’s novel, Rosemary’s Baby tells the story of a paranoid young mother-to-be who believes her interfering elderly neighbours are the head of a coven of witches with nefarious intentions for her unborn child. It is a film loaded with subtext as it explores the divide between generations and…
Roman Polanski's first American feature is a masterwork of outstanding direction, polished screenplay & stellar performances that may lean towards the supernatural in small doses but what truly makes it an enduring masterpiece of its genre is the seamless manner in which it employs the psychological elements of horror into its premise by creating a chilling sense of dread, paranoia & suspense over the course of its runtime.
Based on the novel of the same name, the story of Rosemary's Baby takes place in the year of 1966 and concerns a young couple; struggling actor Guy Woodhouse & his lovely wife Rosemary, who move into a notorious apartment building in New York and are gleefully greeted by their elderly but eccentric neighbours. The…
First watch of Hoop-Tober 2.0. Rosemary and Guy, a young couple planning to have three children in the foreseeable future, move into a new apartment, infamous for its history of housing some of New York’s most frightening horrors. As soon as Rosemary gets pregnant she begins to increasingly suspect her nosy neighbours to plan to inflict harm upon her unborn baby. Telling you more about the plot would be a sin! I went into this without knowing anything about it, except for the critical acclaim, and was surprised big time again and again by the twisty plot and the haunting atmosphere that kicks in directly after one very, very peculiar scene. The premise, once fully unfolded, of Rosemary’s Baby is…
Not Quite Hoop-Tober: Day 27
I'm really at a loss for words to describe how much I love Rosemary's Baby. I always hate when writers say that because it feels supremely disingenuous, but I genuinely don't know how to properly express my appreciation for this wonderful film. I could harp on the standard beats I usually go through: its cinematography is dizzying in its precision, Rosemary's character and Mia Farrow's performance are daunting in both their depth and complexity, and the way it presents fear of faith (in yourself and those around you) is as haunting as it is mesmerizing. But this isn't really what makes the movie great.
Sure, I could read it as an exploration of the horrors…
It's 95 degrees outside; people are dying of the heat. But somewhere a baby is crying. Dressed in a white gown and blue robes, Rosemary recalls the Virgin Mary, as she walks through the linen-closet-cum-gates-of-hell to meet her child for the first time, knife poised in hand.
We all know who this baby is - that baby with the red eyes who she finally, gently, rocks in its pitch black bassinet with a subverted cross mobile.
Polanski leads us to this creepy, disturbing and - let's be honest - rather hilarious resolution with skill and subtlety, and so we, too, accept it, just as Rosemary accepts her "off"spring.
This is a story of love gone bad, of the classic swarthy…
If I lived in that fucking gorgeous apartment in The Dakota you wouldn't see me complaining about my demon baby
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In short: better than The Exorcist.
Not that they're the same but growing up, along with The Omen, they always seem to combine to make the perfect demon trilogy. But unlike those other two films, Polanski's film is one I actually like. And I think a lot of that is to do with the everyday, neighbourly drama. Together with the nudity, this seems like a movie removed from time, a movie that could exists anywhere and everywhere, because it seems so frank for 1968 and uniquely relatable in ways I rarely find movies from that era to be.
It's interesting as well from the feminist angle as powers-that-be try and force their will over Rosemary's body. I swear at one point someone says, "I'll get Dr. Rape", even though I know that was me mishearing the line, it's an interesting underlying thematic element, again, for 1968, and especially since she basically losses in the end to the literal devi-worshipping cult.
4.5 / 5
Wonderfully tense and creepy with a heavy, claustrophobic atmosphere. It's easy to fall into paranoia with Rosemary (and is it paranoia if they really are out to get you?).
I feel like Rosemary's Baby could be interpreted one of two ways. One way could be that the events that transpired actually happened. The other could be that Rosemary fell deeper and deeper into a paranoid state as the movie progressed.
If we're going with the latter, it offers a pretty terrifying view into the mind of a person who may be suffering from this kind of paranoia in real life, which I personally find to be much scarier than any monster.
Oh, and that black bassinet. Creeped me out, dude.
this film is so evil and has made me even more terrified of witchcraft and children
A young couple move into an apartment, only to be surrounded by peculiar neighbors and occurrences. When the wife becomes mysteriously pregnant, paranoia over the safety of her unborn child begins to control her life.
A Horror classic that is still very creepy, although there's no reason for it to be as long as it is. The one thing I like about older Horror films is that the film-makers still want to tell a coherent story while still trying to scare every so often, rather than making the Horror elements the main focus and shoehorning a plot around those.
Pregnant women sometimes look at their men as if to say, "What did you do to me?" Rosemary (Mia Farrow), the Omaha-born girl who's now living in Manhattan, has reason to wonder, and this satirical gothic thriller, written and directed by Roman Polanski, from Ira Levin's novel, is told from her point of view. Rosemary's actor-husband (John Cassavetes) conspires with a coven, drugs her, and mates her with Satan, in exchange for a Broadway hit. It's genuinely funny, yet it's also scary, especially for young women: it plays on their paranoid vulnerabilities. The queasy and the grisly are mixed with its entertaining hipness. (It's probably more fun for women who are past their childbearing years.) Mia Farrow is enchanting in…
All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1187. An easy way of seeing how…