Year Released: 1968
Written & Directed By: Roman Polanski, based on the novel by Ira Levin
Rating:
Recommended by: Josh & Alex
Spoiler Free Review:
Rosemary (Mia Farrow) and her husband Guy (John Cassavetes), an ambitious but unsuccessful actor, move into a gorgeous New York City apartment with plans of starting a family.
Roman, does Colonel Sanders know you've been raiding his wardrobe?
Ah, the big honkin' curlers! If that doesn't take me back in time, I don't know what does.
This film offers outstanding performances by the entire cast, especially Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes. Rosemary goes through several transformations. First she deteriorates from a happy young woman to a frightened, wraith-like victim, battling constant pain. Then she evolves from a compliant wife to a more courageous, assertive young woman. Mia Farrow makes both these transitions believable and compelling. John Cassevetes offers a portrayal of Guy that is right on the money. Right from the beginning, he has a vaguely loathsome quality, though you're not sure how this will play into the story. Ruth Gordan was also memorable as the friend and neighbor you simultaneously love and can't stand.Another thing that stood out, for me, was the strong sense of time and place. I loved the sweeping overhead views of the city that opened and closed the film and the shots of New York City. The story incorporates several details that reflect the zeitgeist of the mid-60s, when people imagined that society as they knew it was crumbling, including the famous Time magazine cover asking "Is God Dead?"
The only thing I disliked about this film is the ending -- and yes, I know I'm in a minority here. I can't discuss this without spoiling the movie, but I'll try to explain in my notes, below.
This is a well-crafted, beautifully shot movie. It definitely helps if you see it without reading the novel first and know little or nothing about the premise. Most of the fun is in the twists and turns in the story.
My son watched a few minutes of this movie over my shoulder. He claims this wallpaper is the scariest part of the film. :-P Ah, the 60s and 70s! He should have seen some of the wallpaper in my parents' house.
Rambly Thoughts (Spoilers!):
- I read the novel Rosemary's Baby in junior high -- I remember hiding it under my desk when I was supposed to be listening to an Earth Science lecture. I had no idea what I was getting into, or what twists were coming -- it creeped me out. Totally creeped me the fuck out. It was awesome! :-)
- From what I recall -- and keep in mind that when I read this, Jimmy Carter was in office -- the film's plot follows the book quite closely. There are a few things in the novel I wish had been further developed in the movie. For example, if I remember correctly, Rosemary is dealing with ambivalence about being a "fallen away" Catholic. She's estranged from her family because she married a non-Catholic. This is alluded to lightly in the dream sequence ("Sorry, Catholics only.") When she sneaks into Minnie and Roman's apartment to try to rescue her baby, she prays to a god whose existence she's come to doubt. I thought those aspects of the story enhanced the thematic richness of the story. I wonder why they weren't included in the film?
- Even if I didn't already know where this story was going, I would've hated Guy, right from the get-go. He almost didn't even have to open his mouth. He was just such a self-satisfied prick.
- The dream sequence, intermingled with glimpses of what's really happening as Rosemary is raped by The Beast and naked cultists look on? Very creepy and disturbing! That was well done.
- If, God forbid, there is ever a remake of this movie, I hope it's done by someone like David Lynch. I am perversely curious to see what he'd do with that dream sequence. :-P
- I've seen this film twice, trying to keep an open mind. And while I appreciated it much more the second time, I still can't stand the ending, where Rosemary learns that she's been made the Handmaiden of Satan. I think it's one of those scenes that's difficult to adapt to film effectively. The bassinet swathed in black with the inverted crucifix above it? Rosemary screaming while all those peculiar septuagenarian satanists look on? ("He has his father's eyes.") The odd Oriental dude, acting like a tourist, snapping pictures of the baby? Everyone chanting "Hail, Satan?" I just burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. And that kind of killed the mood. To be fair, the story had already been spoiled for me by the novel. And I'm a person who doesn't generally appreciate horror movies. :-) Your mileage may vary.
- I occasionally had strange cravings for raw meat during my pregnancies, especially while I was carrying my son. The other night I tried to examine his scalp, under all that messy hair, to check for budding horns or a "666" engraved into his scalp. But strangely, he wouldn't let me. He claims he isn't Devil's Spawn, but I'm not entirely convinced. :-)