A young couple, Rosemary and Guy, moves into an infamous New York apartment building, known by frightening legends and mysterious events, with the purpose of starting a family.
Liked the book better. Like other movies based on books, it suffered from a lot of rushing through different items. It made Rosemary’s internal logic only outwardly visible to us, so it seemed like she was, in fact, the one going mad. The audience may not have been able to tell when she was going back and forth in her mind— one minute there is a conspiracy, the next she is okay again, etc etc etc.
Oh, I did enjoy the visuals of the film, but altogether the story was sort of washed out. It felt like it didn’t hit the real horror notes of it, of the uncertainty of Rosemary vis a vis the slow loss of trust of everyone around her as it seems like she plunges into a mystery where everyone around her is in on a Truman-show level scheme.
Plus the pain of the loss of the baby! The incredible loss of trust from “baby night”! The emotional neglect and abuse by Guy! The supreme isolation that Rosemary experiences from it all! You don’t feel it. It feels absolutely crowded at times, often claustrophobic, and maybe it’s just because I read the book, but. Hrm.
Not to mention the resignation of Rosemary at the end. The longing for her baby and then moving to take care of the child in the end doesn’t quite have the same impact as it does in the novel.
