Happy Halloween! It's Rosemary's Baby Time
I don't know what it is with that film, but Rosemary's Baby is endlessly fascinating to me - I always look for it around Halloween. I've seen it countless times despite it being really long, like three hours with commercials. I think it's the combination of late 1960s decor and fashion (look at that sexy quilted bedjacket); New York; Mia Farrow's makeover and irresistible innocence; pushy neighbour Ruth Gordon and her awesome blue eyeshadow, orange blush and rust lipstick; the animated way actors spoke back then; Roman Polanski's knack for creating tension and its overall creepiness. Polanski has a way of getting under your skin (insert joke here). Hmm...I guess I do know what it is about that film.
About that remake idea that got flushed down the crapper - that's where it should stay. The producers "couldn't find a new angle to introduce that would be credible." Well, that's never stopped Hollywood before. I shudder to think of which flavour-of-the-moment starlet whose talent is contained in either her boobs, butt, legs or lips they would have cast as Rosemary Woodhouse. Now that would be truly horrifying.