director Roman Polanski
The last time I watched Rosemary’s Baby, probably in the late 1990’s, I was blown away again by the paranoia it invokes and also by what a beautiful waif Mia Farrow was, especially with that Vidal Sassoon pixie haircut that hubby John Cassavetes hated so much. While discussing it with a friend at film school, I was turned onto Roman Polanski’s The Tenant (1976), which I had not been familiar with. That one took the apartment/neighbor paranoia to a level of loony even higher.
Since I watch horror films with my kids somewhat exclusively through the month of October every year, I am always keen to share a few “classics” with them. Felix wasn’t feeling well and turned in less than halfway through, but Clara wound up watching the movie with me. She didn’t find it scary, really, she said, but she thought it was good.
Psychological as it is, the unending creepiness of the film is perhaps much more an adult thing? Clara was also not freaked out at all by the Satanists (“Because the devil isn’t real.”)
For my money, it’s still a great movie. I think I even flashed back to watching it nearly 20 years ago with my then wife, sharing the experience of the horror.