****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.
This is a good one. It's able to deliver by its eerie undertone and theme in a minimal way. Sure some of the stuff are corn as fuck. But honestly, for that time this was a marvel and can still definitely hold up against newer phycological thrillers. Try to put yourself in perspective.