Makes me want to go out right now and have a baby with some lucky honey.
Rosemary Woodhouse (Mia Farrow), the young wife of a struggling actor (John Cassavetes), is thrilled to find out she’s pregnant. But the larger her belly grows, the more certain she becomes that her unborn child is in serious danger. Perhaps there’s something sinister behind the odd enthusiasm her eccentric neighbors (Sidney Blackmer and Ruth Gordon) have for her welfare. Or perhaps it’s all in her mind.
The best thing about Roman Polanski (other than his ways of picking up girls), is that he is so good at creating tension within any film. I have already seen films like The Pianist and The Ghost Writer, and both are kind of different, but both build up suspense to keep us totally on the edge of our seat. This film is no different.
Polanski takes a normal story, with little things that seem odd at first but never go anywhere and uses them as possible clues as to what may happen, and what may not happen as well. There’s this eerie feeling that something just isn’t right, and not only do you feel scared for this chick Rosemary, but as well as yourself, because you honestly have no idea how this is all going to turn out. Also, the score that Polanski uses just get’s right underneath your skin, and still gives me the goosebumps thinking about it. It’s psychological horror film, that’s disguised as a horror film, and it works so well for both.
I think the only problem with this film is that it is from 1968 so you have to appreciate it for what it is, but there are still some parts that kind of had me chuckling by how cheesy it really is. Some lines seem dated and don’t really quite work now, as they did back in 1968, but I think it’s the fact that this is 1968 and not everything is going to be so up-to-date. Also, I did feel some scenes were a little too bland that weren’t needed at all, but in the end it kind of all worked out.
Mia Farrow is perfect in this role as Rosemary Woodhouse. Rosemary starts off as this big-loving housewife who wants a baby, and when she finally gets it, that’s when she starts to get crazy. Farrow does an amazing job because her character goes from normal, to total paranoia and it all seems believable. We stand behind her character, and we are with her, as we don’t always know what’s quite going on either. I just wish I saw her in more roles today. That damn Woody Allen! John Cassavetes is also good here as Guy, the husband that is just so likable and cool, but yet at the same time we don’t know if we can quite trust him. Sidney Blackmer and Ruth Gordon are perfect in these roles as the scariest damn neighbors ever. I’m telling you if I ever moved into a place and I saw these two right next door, I would not think twice about getting the hell out of there!
Consensus: Somehow it’s a little bit dated, but Rosemary’s Baby is still a mind-tingling, creepy thriller, that may move at a slow pace, but keeps you fascinated by Polanski’s direction, and Farrow’s daring performance.