Rosemary's Baby: movie review (R)
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Tue Jun 25 2013
The movie has a fearsome reputation, so let’s go in through the side door. Ignore that creepy la-la-la music over the opening credits, along with the ominous facade of the Dakota—it’s only an apartment building, a touch more Gothic than most. Rosemary (Mia Farrow) and Guy (John Cassavetes) eat dinner out of takeout cartons, sitting on the floor of their furniture-free space. You hear the traffic outside, an airplane flies by, the couple have Wednesday sex; nothing could be more mundane. They talk about typical young-married stuff: jobs, money, haircuts. A nosy next-door neighbor, Minnie (Ruth Gordon), isn’t anything out of the norm either.
We’re not quite in a documentary—Roman Polanski is too careful with his camera—but it might as well be one, or a drama, a contemporary slice of cosmopolitan anxiety set on the same wing as the Draper residence. Modern is exactly what Rosemary’s Baby is, and why it’s still so major, the supernatural elements seeping in via the cracks. Could all of our heroine’s nerves be just a bad dream? Suddenly, she’s pregnant, and in come the doctors, including a bearded, close-to-parody obstetrician cutting off her guff and recommending a daily milkshake. The brilliance here—a fair amount of it due to novelist Ira Levin, also of The Stepford Wives—is diversion: Who actually expects the devil in the details? Hollywood trembled after this film came out—they couldn’t go back to Transylvania anymore. Fear was all around us, and the better thrillers have kept it there.
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Author: Joshua Rothkopf
Wed Jun 12, 1968
Cast and crew
Charles Grodin, Ruth Gordon, Angela Dorian, Ralph Bellamy, John Cassavetes, Patsy Kelly, Elisha Cook, Maurice Evans, Mia Farrow, Sidney Blackmer
Sam O'Steen, Robert Wyman
William A Fraker