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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
I had a lot of homework tonight, but I decided that it wasn't as important as watching this for the first time. I'm so glad I ended up watching this. It's up there for being one of the best horror films of all time. My second Polanski film and so far he's made two masterpieces in my eyes. This being one, and Chinatown being the other.
I don't know what I'm going to do about this homework... rip.
I thought this movie would prey on my fear of pregnancy but instead it only made me fear my husband, doctor, neighbors, society, and home.
Oh, and Maude from Harold and Maude
Chalky under-taste. A
I tend to be extremely picky when it comes to horror movies, mostly due to the fact that I feel like they're extremely easy to fuck up. I mean how is one able to horrify in a world that is already filled with such atrocities? I think the two best ways are one) visceral horror that is so brutal it weighs on your body, two) psychological horror that weighs on your mind, or three) a combination of the two. Roman Polanski's "Rosemary's Baby" manages to be the latter combining bits of visceral and psychological horror admist a tone I've never quite felt before in a movie, sprinkling bits of absurdist humor, cult ideologies, and the entrapment of one's body (specifically…
mia farrow plays a women pick to give to birth to the anti-Christ. in this roman Polanski masterpece
Honestly, the amount of time this film had seemed excessive and redundant at some points of the story.
BUT everything was so perfect.
I don't think I've ever hated a fictional character more than I hated one in this film, and I mean that as a compliment. I basically had to ragequit in the middle and resume the next day. This is horror in its most evil form.
I have so many words about Rosemary's Baby and I have no words about Rosemary's Baby.
From the opening credits of this film it is lush, dense, creepy-to-the-bone atmosphere that never relents. The film comes in at over 2 hours but never lets up for a second and is paced beautifully. An absolutely revelatory star-making performance from Mia Farrow and brilliant supporting performances throughout (most notably the Castevettes who are a saccharine fever dream) only add to the many layers of absolute quality that make up this film.
Everything about this film just bleeds dread and foreboding while also being darkly comic which leads to an incredibly tense and frustrating descent into hell as the audience constantly wants Rosemary to…
A slow burn. Man, is it slow. But man,...is it a burn.
All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1187. An easy way of seeing how…