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ROSEMARY'S BABY. Satan is alive and living at the Bramford, a haunted apartment house in Manhattan where an ancient witch (Ruth Gordon) troubles a pregnant wife (Mia Farrow); both ladies are superb, thanks to the devilishly deft direction by Roman Polanski (Knife in the Water; Repulsion), who has a nifty horror hangup...
...might have been scripted by Alfred Hitchcock, but the absence of cameras and crew made the scene one of the scariest ever played by Actress Maureen O'Sullivan, 57. Alone in her bungalow in Weybridge, Surrey, after Daughter Mia Farrow, 23, had breezed off to London for the week, Maureen was asleep when two bandits burst into her bedroom, gagged and trussed her with nylon stockings, methodically ransacked the place, and escaped into the night with $13,200 worth of brooches, rings and necklaces. It took her half an hour to free herself and phone the police. Luckily...
...making Rosemary's life miserable in a film version by Polish Director Roman Polanski (Knife in the Water, Repulsion). Even readers of the book (2,300,000 copies) who know how Baby comes out are in for a pleasant surprise: the very real acting ability of Mia Farrow...
That Old Black Magic. So begins what must be the most unpleasant pregnancy on record. Mia Farrow seems to grow more sickly and emaciated the more her stomach swells, but she is built for the part of Rosemary and her skillful progression from pain to puzzlement to panic goes far beyond mere looks. The film's most memorable performance, though, is turned in by Veteran Ruth Gordon as the coarse and cozily evil Minnie Castevet-sniffing for information like a questing rodent, forcing Rosemary to drink her satanic tonics of herbs, dispensing that old Black Magic that she knows...
...financier's wife is played by a sleek, sweet dream from England named Jacqueline Bisset. Her screen debut in the part originally scheduled for Mia Farrow-before she walked out on the movie and on Sinatra-is one of The Detective's redeeming features. Otherwise, this police epic peters out in aimless diffusion and in some of the most absurd juxtapositions of Manhattan and California location shots ever seen...