Okay, I'll admit it, I really don't see what the big deal is over this film. Seen it plenty of times, and still don't care about it that much. It has a few good points, but it's a bit slow to me and I don't like skinny-assed Mia Farrow. The suggested horror here turns to true reality by the end, the build up being the strong point. The creepiest thing to me wasn't Mia being used by a coven of witches to be a breeder for Satan's son, hell, she's screwed worse, look at Woody Allen. The fact that they get all buddy-buddy with that creepy looking, weird old couple makes my skin crawl. Why would they wanna hang out with these two goofs to begin with? The husband must have been a real sleaze to give up his old lady's ass to Satan so easily. They knew these people what, like a month? Anyway, the whole cult conspiracy, nobody believes me thing works well here. Poor Rosemary, everybody knows she's been knocked up by the devil except her. Hard to believe she would have had no contact with her 'normal' friends until that party where she breaks all down. Why did she ever drink that purple shit from Ruth Gordon to begin with? Did she think that was a bit odd? If you ask me, she should have went and got Rosemary's Abortion instead of letting things go full term. The good thing about this movie is that it got William Castle some dough. Too bad it got Roman Polanski some credit in the process.
Okay, I'll admit it, I really don't see what the big deal is over this film. Seen it plenty of times, and still don't care about it that much. It has a few good points, but it's a bit slow to me and I don't like skinny-assed Mia Farrow. The suggested horror here turns to true reality by the end, the build up being the strong point. The creepiest thing to me wasn't Mia being used by a coven of witches to be a breeder for Satan's son, hell, she's screwed worse, look at Woody Allen. The fact that they get all buddy-buddy with that creepy looking, weird old couple makes my skin crawl. Why would they wanna hang out with these two goofs to begin with? The husband must have been a real sleaze to give up his old lady's ass to Satan so easily. They knew these people what, like a month? Anyway, the whole cult conspiracy, nobody believes me thing works well here. Poor Rosemary, everybody knows she's been knocked up by the devil except her. Hard to believe she would have had no contact with her 'normal' friends until that party where she breaks all down. Why did she ever drink that purple shit from Ruth Gordon to begin with? Did she think that was a bit odd? If you ask me, she should have went and got Rosemary's Abortion instead of letting things go full term. The good thing about this movie is that it got William Castle some dough. Too bad it got Roman Polanski some credit in the process.
