Rosemary’s Baby is Roman Polanski’s masterpiece, an incredibly believable supernatural horror film that remains timeless to this day.
For a movie that ran well over two hours, it held my attention better than most horror movies I’ve watched. It’s all about the atmosphere here. Polanski makes it clear that he’s not interesting in jump scares or cheap camera tricks. Instead we kind of get this overall looming sense of doom for Mia Farrow steals the show and slowly unravels both mentally and physically.
There’s not a whole lot to be said about this film that hasn’t already been said, to my knowledge it’s praise is universal and it’s a shining example of the correct way to adapt a film from the written source material. Without giving anything about the plot away (since there in lies the mystery), the opportunities for silliness and thrill-diminishing tropes here were vast, which makes this movie even more impressive in my eyes.
Mia Farrow also reportedly received divorce papers from her husband Frank Sinatra during filming. I’ve mentioned this kind of situation before in a horror movie and I’m under the impression that real life traumas absolutely bring out some intense authentic performances. Of course Mia is a talented actress but nevertheless, this performance felt very intense and real.
This is a staple for any horror fan, I’m hard pressed to find anything I don’t like about it, even when digging through the details.