In 1968, one of the most disturbing horror movies ever made was released. It's not that the movie is high on gore or flat-out disgusting (though it is often both of those things), it is more because of the profound psychological unease that the movie instills. Once you watch this movie, your soul will never be the same. We speak of none other than Rosemary's Baby.
Adapted very faithfully from the book by Ira Levin, disgraced director Roman Polanski's film features Mia Farrow as Rosemary, who becomes pregnant, and then slowly loses her mind (and health) thanks to her pestering neighbors, her ambitious husband (John Cassavetes), and Charles Grodin. Things are never what they seem, and the tension builds to a rather horrifying conclusion. By the time the movie is done, the viewer feels almost as vulnerable and tired as Rosemary herself.
Countless horror movies owe a great debt to this one — it is an undisputed classic, and for good reason. It changed the way psychological horror was perceived, and we think it's somewhat safe to say that there would be no Hereditary if it were not for the precedent set by this film. It's an unrelenting, unnerving, highly uncomfortable slow burn of a film that depicts a woman in increasingly agonizing pain, a pain that nobody around her takes seriously or even believes.
Can we sum up all of the madness of this film in two minutes or less? We're not sure, but we're certainly gonna try. Strap on your tanis root necklace (don't do that, actually) and get ready... it's time to dive into the awful world of Rosemary's Baby.