House_Of_Whacks’s review published on Letterboxd:
A few years ago, I got my hair cut super short. At the time, and even now when people reference it, my haircut was called the "Mia Farrow" or the "Rosemary's Baby". Some of the people who dubbed my haircut this way hadn't even seen the movie before - and neither had I.
If I had seen this movie back then, I probably would've insisted that they call it something different. Like, "ANYTHING ELSE". I don't like the idea of people bringing it up and reminding me of it at any moment in the day. Cuz, now that I've seen it, IT HAUNTS ME STILL. And, as we all know, I do love a good haunting. And, heck, as you can see by my rating, I do think this was an amazing film. But...still.
It didn't freak me out from the start. Didn't make me feel like puking from the start. It actually felt quite inviting and cozy in the beginning. Just like Rosemary, the horrible dread and fear and anxiety took hold very slowly, bit by bit, always with doubts that I should actually be scared.
I think that's as much as I need to say on this one because visions of Rosemary eating her, let's call it "undercooked", lunches are replaying through my mind. Oh, good lord. But, yeah, great film. *shudders uncontrollably* But, no, really, it's excellent.