"What have you done to it? What have you done to its eyes?"

It's hard to say anything about Rosemary's Baby that hasn't been said before. This terrifying retelling of Ira Levin's novel hypnotizes you initially with a gorgeous lullaby and then has you on the edge of your seat for the next 2 hours and 15 minutes. I was surprised to find out that's how long the film was because it honestly only felt like it was 90 minutes.

This is partly because Polanski gives you a great deal of information early on in the movie. Enough so that you understand what's going on about halfway through the film. It's that knowledge that creates a sense of dread that doesn't let up until the final sweeping shot. It was a blast to indulge in this spectacle (despite that it's grounded in reality) of a story and only until the credits started to roll did the true horror start to reveal itself. The real horror in Rosemary's Baby, in my opinion, is not Satan, but the loss of control. Not controlling your environment, your choices, or even your body is the film's biggest horror of all. It's something that I think that everybody has felt at least once. So often we find it in our lives and realize that "this is no dream! This is really happening!"