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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 reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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…
Boy, was I wrong.
When I went on Letterboxd to log this rewatch I found a three star rating staring at me. Sometimes I want to kick my 18 year old self in the nutsack and tell him to open his eyes.
Ira Levin's work should be appreciate more. He is a wonderful storyteller and Rosemary's baby is perhaps his finest work. Polanski's adaptation is a prime example of how a novel should be translated to film. He has distilled it to its core and read the atmosphere of the story perfectly. He focusses on character, invests in the protagonists and thus sucks the audience into the increasingly oppressive spiral of paranoia and madness.
The story is at its core…
There's this old couple that live upstairs from me... the woman reminds me of Minnie Castevet. She is always giving me baked goods... I was sitting here this morning with my coffee, watching the movie... and I could hear her shuffling around upstairs... and all I could think is that old bitch is poisoning me.
I suddenly no longer like that sweet little old lady anymore. I don't like apartment life... but what I really don't like, hate even, is DuLac for telling me to watch this.
An exceedingly disturbing portrait of a woman unable to control what happens to her own body. Timely!
Although Repulsion is more pure psychological horror, Rosemary’s Baby also works extremely well on that level, and brings body horror into the mix. The horror of the film comes not so much from the Satanists themselves, but from the fact that they come so close to convincing Rosemary (as well as the viewer) that it is all in her head.
I didn’t find this film quite as disturbing as Repulsion at first, but I think it’s growing on me. The conception sequence and the late sequence with the doctor both really shook me.
While all horror films scare the shit out of me,…
Gradually paced but definitely rewarding in its offerings, with a phenomenal central performance from Mia Farrow and memorable supporting turns from Mia Farrow's haircut and Ruth Gordon. Downer ending, as horror movies should have, but I was so rooting for Rosemary I'm kind of bummed out now.
So glad I'm never having kids.
Hoop-Tober Part I:
This never would have happened had John not noticed the hair.
Coarse as chicken wire, and red as the devil himself. It was packed into wispy clumps under the king size bed. John Collins had been late for work and was looking for his watch, he checked under the bed without thought, like any man would, completely unaware of what he was about to find.
The hair certainly didn't belong to him (he was a natural blonde) and it wasn't his wife. Her hair was darker than a January morning and had this wonderful shimmering quality about it. A far cry from the scraggly and starchy feeling pelt he had discovered only moments before. This was a…
Oddly enough, this film was probably the most accurate depiction of pregnancy that I've ever seen. It is a confusing, frequently painful, and stressful time, and while I was only witness to the process, Rosemary's Baby seems to recreate the actual experience more than most saccharine, bullshit movie pregnancies that you typically see. And for a film where most of the horror is merely hinted at or suggested, I must say that Polanski keeps things very tight and suspenseful. I think, in a weird way, the movie gets into the head of Mia Farrow's character and shows her perspective, her marginalization, and the weird, skewing effect that having a baby can have on a woman. I hesitate to call the…
Film #1 of Hoop-Tober
Before I start the review, I'd like to add a preface or an authors note, I don't consider myself to be a bright man. Comparing myself to others, often do I feel dim-witted. With movies like these, something I would describe as out of the norm, I often do not understand what's going on. Maybe that's the point of these kind of films sometimes, to not give unclear answers, but it feels like I'm missing the point. That's not a bad thing, and certainly not a negative to this film, but for once I'd like to watch a film like this and follow it's style in confidence.
Now with that blathering out of the way, Rosemary's…
Just saw the restoration (2012?) yesterday. I always loved this film but seeing it again brought home what a masterpiece it is. It's one of those films with no waste. You couldn't remove a single minute and not destroy it. It's Edward Gorey come to life in super saturated color, with nothing but utterly appropriate affected performances. Farrow (who carried it so well on her emaciated shoulders), Cassavetes, Ruth Gordon, Charles Grodin, Sydney Blackmer, Ralph Bellamy and many many others (find Tony Curtis) all revel in the horror.
But it's the vision completed (Polanski taking a devil-baby horror story to meta-heights) that wows. A bowing blue Farrow in front of a late night tv screen with some vague fallopian figure…
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freaky!!! good suspense.
One of Roman Polanski's crowning achievements and an absolute masterpiece of the psychological horror genre and of film in general, Rosemary's Baby is perhaps the closest thing to a vivid representation of a nightmare I've ever seen on a movie. I don't need to believe in Satan's existence to be genuinely frightened and terrified by the extremely gruesome story this film tells me.
It presents a top-notch storytelling that, supported by a brilliant atmosphere, allows the horror to be in constant crescendo while everything becomes more twisted and evil as minutes pass by, and the ending is simply legendary. Pregnancy in this film looks like the grisliest thing ever and it makes me glad that I'm not a woman. Mia Farrow as Rosemary delivers one of the most convincingly terrorized, paranoid, and anguished performances ever seen, while Ruth Gordon plays the creepiest neighbor in movie history.
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