Rosemary’s Baby (Roman Polanski, 1968)

It’s been my mother of all people who’s been pushing me and pushing me to see this fucking movie for ages now, and now that I have, I have no idea why…maybe to get me to just settle down with a nice Jewish girl in the suburbs instead of succumbing to the urge to sell my potential Catholic wife’s uterus to a group of geriatric Satanists…who knows.  Anyway, the movie’s certainly intriguing from a stylistic standpoint, albeit a little sloppy with the dream sequences and such…with how fucked up the movie is, it’s hard to believe Polanski made this before Sharon Tate’s little…incident, but whatever.  What this movie was for me was a bunch of double-standards…at points I wanted to call Mia Farrow’s performance of gradual mental degradation one of the best I’ve seen in a while, and the very next moment I was just infuriated by that shrill acting style of hers…probably just because I’m still prejudiced against her for that abomination known as The Great Gatsby, but regardless, a strange performance whose fucked up-edness I guess “works” in such a fucked up concept of a movie.  What I did like was how we see things from her point of view and only her point of view so that we the viewer totally buy into her increasing belief that these kindly old people are Satanists involved in a complex plot, while at the same time allowing us to step back and consider the possibility that it’s all part of her imagination.  In that way it’s a nice little puzzle of a movie.

And then there’s the ending, which I easily consider one of the more controversial that I’ve seen.  It’s both completely fitting and completely unexpected and can either confirm one’s theories on what’s been going on or be a sudden “what the fuck” moment.  Either way, it definitely infuriated me at first for seeming to take the “easy” way out, but the more I thought about it, with all the tension that Polanski builds up over 2 hours and the increasing degradation (both physical and mental) of Rosemary, it really couldn’t have ended any other way, like it or not.


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