If you look around you and you can't figure out who the crazy one is, it's you.
That's a frightening prospect.
But what terrifies me more is the idea that maybe you're NOT the crazy one, after all. Because what that means is that you are, indeed, surrounded by crazy people.
This is exactly the dilemma faced by young Rosemary Woodhouse in the classic Polanski thriller Rosemary's Baby. Young, sweet, innocent, Rosemary moves with her new husband- Guy- into a beautiful old building in Manhattan. They soon become bosom buddies with the old couple who lives next door...
and strange events follow.
Nightmares of being impregnated by demons, strange sounds, death and discoveries of former tenants who may have learned a little too much about Minnie and Roman Castevet from down the hall begin to plague Rosie and turn what should be the joyous news of her first pregnancy into a paranoid torment. As Rosemary's baby grows, so does her suspicion and she begins to believe Minnie, Roman and their cadre of strange elderly friends have plans for her unborn baby.
And what's worse... everyone seems to be in on it. Her husband, her doctor, anyone and everyone! Except her friend Hutch of course... oh wait, yeah he's dead.
What to do? What to do?
Well, you'll just have to watch. Polanski creates a world that is oppressive and claustrophobic in a surreal, occult-ish sort of way. The beautiful apartment they inhabit becomes increasingly dark and gruesome as Rosemary's suspicion increases. But the suspense is drawn mostly from not knowing what the hell is actually going on! We are naturally inclined to side with our sweet protagonist Rosemary, and yet we don't know what to believe. After all, when you look around the room...
This is a moody, suspenseful classic and is perfect to get you in the mood for the Halloween season. And that final scene is quite possibly the most quietly terrifying scene in history.
"He has his father's eyes."
Watch... if you dare!
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