This is what happens when your car breaks down on a Sunday morning and you have nothing else to do…
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…
If I lived in that fucking gorgeous apartment in The Dakota you wouldn't see me complaining about my demon baby
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…
They don't make'em like this anymore!
The blu-ray was a treat for all those hidden details that were lurking in the background of our fuzzy VHS / DVD copies.
Didn't found to be a masterpiece.
But, holy shit, the last 20 minutes are so rewarding....
I got chills all over my body
La la la la . . . la la la la la la . . . la la la la la la la la la . . .
The wildest dream I have ever dreamed is to get married someday. Love will be the greatest journey I ever embark on. And one of my biggest goals--above all else--is to be there for my wife in all things at all times, no matter what.
SO WHEN I WATCH MOVIES LIKE 'ROSEMARY'S BABY,' I GET PRETTY PISSED OFF.
John Cassavettes!!!! Seriously! Could there be a worse husband in existence??? I mean, all spoilers aside, the guy's a selfish turd. For instance:
"I think the doctor might be lying to me and endangering…
really well made but not enough horror elements for me. aside from the trippy impregnation scene, the movie's basically a psychological thriller. paranoia lends itself well to horror but it's not inherently horrific.
also, that first act needs to be tightened up considerably. the movie's called "rosemary's baby" and she doesn't even get pregnant until an hour into a two hour movie. step on it, roman.
holds up. big time.
Mia Farrow's gripping performance that sees sinusoidal change in her character is worth applauding. While script, screenplay, and direction are good, they collectively dint come together to make it one hell of ride in satanic universe. May be the film got crushed under my high expectations, thanks to friends and polls calling it one of the best horror/thriller films.
I hate admitting that something frightened me, but Rosemary's Baby did. It has a particular quality to it that resembles a full blown nightmare, and I wasn't watching one, I was in it.
This film fully submerges us into the Freudian Uncanny for two and a half hours. Green and yellow color palettes ressurect fears from childhood and archetypal symbols stimulate our subconscious, all wrapped up in a bundle of psychological terror.
Je suis un peu déçu, on m'avait vanté un film d'horreur exceptionnel, un chef d'oeuvre intemporel, et au final le film se révèle assez frustrant, en particulier pour un public de notre époque. En effet, une chose est sûre, Polanski est un excellent metteur en scène et l'installation de l'ambiance dans ce film est exemplaire, seulement, j'ai trouvé que le tout tournait un peu en rond au bout d'un moment et par dessus tout j'ai eu du mal à vraiment ressentir l'angoisse hormis vers quelques moments à la fin du film. J'en attendais donc beaucoup plus, malgré un excellent casting et une idée originale extrêmement intéressante. Je pense que les années ont fait du mal au film et qu'il est devenu difficile de l'apprécier à sa juste valeur. Je ne me suis pas ennuyé devant mais j'ai ressenti une certaine frustration. Beaucoup moins bien que Le Locataire selon moi, mais à voir tout de même.
not like stupid/dull, but as in movies that are so insanely packed with things and ideas and visuals they become…
Movies that are slightly off.