
Rosemary’s Baby is a horror movie, sure, but it’s not the kind of horror that’s going to shock you with buckets of blood or grotesque imagery. It’s not a slasher flick. There’s no hockey-masked villain silently stalking some random babysitter through the woods. In fact, Rosemary’s Baby is more of a slow-burn psychological unraveling, the kind of film that makes you question whether or not you’re losing your mind right along with the protagonist.








