Almost made me glad I can't bear children. Left my guts in knots and my nerves in ribbons. A point-perfect script laden with menace without ever becoming overwrought. The marooning of Rosemary over the first hour is a piece of expertise. All the best things would be dampened were it not for the authentic sense of normality achieved. One of the best horror movies, and it's not even a horror until the last ten minutes.
I know I'm missing the point, but Rosemary is such a very stupid woman from beginning to end that I couldn't sympathize, which eradicates any of the horror aspects for me. It'd be far more chilling if I felt that she was smart and trapped rather than so trapped in the social mores of the time that she is unable to think straight until it's too late.
Instead of stupid jumpscares, the horror here is psychological. I think Mia said it was a very pleasurable experience working on this film. The fact that her life intertwined with Polanski and Woody Allen probably has a little to do with how she can look like a little girl. I love love love Cassavetes who plays a stinker.
****1/2 My sensibility is usually diametrically opposed to what seems the dominant insistence of our laughing-gas culture on somehow redeeming everything (particularly anything with the gall to aspire to seriousness) by pretending everything's funny, or should be. But Polanski has the eye and ear to teeter-totter the satirical laughs into something that's ultimately a harrowing exemplum of the banality of evil.
It’s admirable that a film can ooze so much dread and anxious anticipation, and never lose its sense of black humor. The dark themes of satanic rituals, paranoia, and creepy dream devil rape are balanced nicely with a healthy dose of wit to stop things from getting too horrifying to bear. Mia Farrow is amazing in the main role, and Roman Polanski shines just as much in his direction.