All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1167. An easy way of seeing how…
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.
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 filmmaking 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.…
This review reportedly contains 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…
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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…
A very creepy film that shows Roman Polanski can deliver horror just as well as he does drama and crime thrillers. I had only watched The Pianist and Chinatown from him previously so it was very interesting to see his roots as a director. Rosemary’s Baby has a slow build up but it successfully makes the viewer constantly suspicious of almost every character that surround our protagonist. The unsettling atmosphere helps boosting the suspense and the performances are terrific. Mia Farrow alternates being fragile and glowing, showing that her character can be pretty multifaceted. Her protective and motherly side lead her to the ultimate test by the end, which was quite powerful to see. John Cassavetes is also great and very subtle in this role. Rosemary’s Baby is a truly unnerving experience and nothing short of amazing.
Awful things happen in every apartment house.
Rosemary's Baby is but one of a multitude of older films that I have no idea if I've ever watched from beginning to end. If I did, chances are it was on television before cable was showing uncut films... so really that shouldn't count anyways. So for those reasons I'm not logging it as a rewatch, even though it seemed like I knew every single beat (surprisingly) of the film.
After this viewing I think it's my favorite Roman Polanski film. Based on Ira Levin's novel of the same name, the film is an exercise in filmmaking perfection. Watching it now especially, it feels like a breath of fresh air in…
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…
El título español es un anagrama. Conforme avanzaba se me hizo cada vez más insoportable, aunque me pasé toda la película esperando que saliera algún carrito de bebé como el de su icónico cartel.
A well made film but not much else.
A mother always loves her son.
Frankly, wasn't paying enough attention. There's a serious storm outside my window and that was more pressing. I'll need to watch it again more seriously. But it was definitely good watching it casually.
Underwhelming. Bloated and over-reliant on the source material. Exactly one plot twist that announces itself less than fifteen minutes into the film. Not scary. Too much talking. Not enough suspense. After seeing a 35mm print of Polanski's Repulsion last week, there's little doubt over the finer piece of cinema. Hint: It's the shorter, scarier, quieter one.
Un classique de l'horreur.
Very uncomfortable to watch and the ending was not what I was expecting. Filmmaking was fantastic. The setup at the beginning was genius. Overall it fell short at the end for me but was a decent horror film
Cool acting and performances by all, and a plot to match. That is until the story goes a bit haywire towards the end...
Good setting, with some cool city views, and a dream/reality sequence you can't unsee.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…