The next film is another exercise in taking the day-to-day and pointing out that it is frightening. I tell you what’s scary: pregnancy. I tell you what else is scary: old people. It’s Rosemary’s Baby (1968), another undisputed great in the pantheon of horror classics…
This film has clearly informed and inspired pletty of horror films hence. The earlier-watched Hereditary (which wasn’t too bad at all), is essentially the same story approached from a slightly different time point; it could easily be a reboot, or at least some sort of sequel. There are also some similarities with Suspiria (which was too bad at all) and maybe also The Exorcist. Unfortunately, despite the fact that unsettling horror is “a gimme” when dealing with non-straighforward pregnancy, the film is somewhat predictable, weirdly-acted, boring and not-scary-in-the-least. For my taste, like so many other horror movies, it loses much of its ability to be frightening or unsettling because the characters are so wilfully stupid, or at the very least difficult to empathise with, that you feel apathetic towards their fate.
And it was kinda fun – in a necrophile sort of way.
The only character that we might really care about is Rosemary (played by Mia Farrow) and any disquiet we might feel comes from her experience of pregnancy, entwined sense of isolation and uncertainty over her grasp of reality. Again, it is disappointingly difficult to empathise with her character because, on the whole, she comes across as rather stupid and a bit “wet.” Now, there are plenty of reasons why one could forgive Rosemary for her general demeanour (SPOILERS FOLLOWING)… perhaps most prominantly there is clearly witchcraft afoot, which is capable of making people blind/suicidal/evil and could be a broad-brush explanation for her general lack of agency or intelligence at key moments. Secondly, she does not have a sympathetic character upon whom she can rely, so is very much alone in her situation. Thirdly, there’s widespread drugging (although this might fit in with ‘witchcraft’ above)… This leads us to ‘fourthly,’ and perhaps from a non-supernatural psycholgical viewpoint, ‘most importantly’ she is in the worst kind of abusive and coercive relationship. Her husband, Guy (played by John Cassavetes), is an absolute DICK and certainly the most loathsome person in the film (who commits the most heinous act, which he explains nonchalently as a different but possibly-equally-heinous act). There are therefore many reasons why one could forgive Rosemary her general lack of backbone, but it doesn’t make her particularly likeable, and thus when the completely predictable happens (which is effectively everything) it’s hard to feel either way about it, or her, or the film as a whole.
It’s definitely a horror though? Well there are demons, an intimated (if not at all misleading) twisting of reality, witchcraft, unexplained blindness/comas/death, gratuitous nudity and an complete absence of anything you might describe as frightening… so probably yes. Also, it’s massively underwhelming and, to my mind, overrated (#7 Time Out, #11 Empire, 8.0 on IMDB!) so, once again, probably a horror.
What are the best bits (intentionally-vague slight-spoilers)? Mia Farrow does an excellent job of acting pathetic. A pregnant woman drinking loads and being surrounded by smoking people is particularly fun in the 21st century. Hutch is a likeable character.
What are the worst bits? Some of the dialogue, or exchanges between characters, is difficult ot listen to… particularly any time Guy speaks and thinks he’s funny, or when Rosemary has a brief conversation with Terry Ginofrio in the laundry room. It’s difficult to understand why Rosemary does anything, she is like basic flotsam. The things which could be utilised to ramp up some tension or sense of disconcertion… pregnancy, the horrendous, coercive actions of the husband, the inherent creepiness of unnecessarily friendly (elderly) neighbours… is underused or perhaps so dilute as to be aromatherapy-levels of ineffective. There’s some vague commentary about satanism and catholicism, although I’m not sure why, or what the point was, if any. It goes on a bit.
You’re surely missing the point, isn’t this one of the best films (not jsut horror) of all time? Apparently so. I am a great believer in reading/watching/listening to the classics, to better understand the roots of cultural artifacts, enjoy the originals as they were first presented and generally get to grips with the development of storytelling/films/music/etc. However, I do feel like horror films (or even films of certain eras if they were sufficiently critically-acclaimed/popular in their time) or sometimes ‘given a pass’ when the storyline is inconsistent or they have narrative flaws. I’m not saying that joining Roman Polanski, Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes in transmuting a then-very-popular novel into film, whilst adding a strong dose of then-risque satanism, nudity and subversion of domestic norms, is sufficient to make a film heralded in the highest regard (a position it has never really relinquished), despite it being widely defective… oh wait… that IS exactly what I’m saying.