Movie Monday: Rosemary’s Baby 1968
Young and in love, Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse move into a quirky old apartment with plans to make it their own and begin a long, happy life together. But before the paint is even dry on the beautifully paneled walls, some very strange events begin to take place in their building. Soon, Rosemary finds herself pregnant, paranoid, and absolutely terrified of the silly old couple that lives next door.
Despite feeling alienated from her husband and enduring concerned glances from everyone else in her life, Rosemary decides to follow her hunches and investigate the history of her apartment building and possibily find out more about her increasingly odd neighbors. Towards the end of her pregnancy, her small frame has become gaunt, she feels faint and looks ill, and to everyone else, her mind appears to be going a little nutso. But what if she is right? What if things are about to terribly go wrong?
I must admit, I’m not really one for horror movies of the terrifying variety, but give me suspense and intrigue and I’m sure to be pleased. Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby has a beautiful, atmospheric feeling to it, largely due to the overhaul of the apartment as well as Mia Farrow’s costumes, designed by Anthea Sylbert for this film. Everything in Rosemary’s life is so pristine and well ordered, until the fateful night that changes everything. I particularly love Mia’s costumes, but the contrast between her appearance and that of the other character’s is important to note. Each character is so well fleshed out, that you really get wrapped up in their lives, rather than a feeling of terror throughout the movie. Now, I might not have been scared witless while watching Rosemary’s Baby, but boy oh boy…. that feeling of dread! That’s what makes a good scary movie in my opinion. And this classic does not disappoint, I promise!