Horror doesn’t always howl—it sometimes whispers through the walls. Rosemary’s Baby is a slow suffocation: a young woman in a beautiful apartment, adored by neighbors who never blink, and a husband who smiles a little too much. Mia Farrow embodies isolation so thoroughly that the film begins to feel like a diary being written in pencil.
The horror is domestic, medical, and social. Who gets to decide what happens to your body? Who gets believed? The final minutes don’t shock so much as they confirm what we’ve feared all along: that the conspiracy against Rosemary wasn’t supernatural first—it was human.
Final Verdict:
A lullaby of paranoia—delicate, poisoned, and unforgettable. ★★★★★
Where to Watch:
- Apple TV (HD purchase)
- Amazon Prime Video (rent/purchase)
- Criterion Channel (availability varies)