matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I dreamed someone was raping me."
last time i watched this, probably 15 years ago, it bugged me. Rosemary's lack of agency felt dated, kind of a variation on that thing where some old thriller could never work today because cellphones. by some probably very rigid reckoning of representation she seemed remarkably passive. i feel stupid about that now because that agency isn't missing, it's been taken, systematically stolen and then co-opted, which is of course entirely the point.