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Rosemary's Baby (1968)
Love the elegant curly pink font splashed all over the unforgiving brown and grey angles of New York City. It's got me craving Ambrosia salad, really, but that's neither here nor there.
That song, masquerading as a lullaby, unsettles more than it soothes and even at the outset, you might begin to suspect that there's going to be something very wrong with Rosemary's baby.
(Aside: I always forget that this is a William Castle Production. I mean, who could guess that?)
2 comments:
There's two things I never understood about the devil worship in Rosemary's Baby:
1. Shouldn't Satan be able to make you young and hot, and
2. Really, what kind of devil is worth worshiping if he can't get you into a building on the East Side?
What are you talking about? The devil got them into the Dakota! I'm pretty sure he got Yoko in too!
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