The DVD of "Rosemary's Baby" arrived from Netflix yesterday, and we started watching it the minute we got home. What a great film! Of course we spent a good deal of our viewing time admiring their apartment and I drooled over some of the fab outfits (not that red velvet trouser suit though. Ugh.) that Mia gets to wear through out. Naturally we had a brief discussion about how on earth the Woodhouses can afford such a great apartment in the Dakota, but Doc C's theory that Guy's acting career was doing reasonably well is spot on the money according to an IMDB commentator's exhaustative comparison of the film to the book.
Doc C mildly suggested that, perhaps, we should stop watching films about evil babies now. I don't know about that, if only because we've got so many more to catch up on! I also realised that although Rosemary is bearing the child of Satan, which can't be any fun at all, she clearly doesn't have to worry about maternity leave because she's not working, or the cost of health care, or any of the stuff that I'm trying not to stress out about (Stress is bad for the baby, as we all know, and yet there is a surprising amount of it waiting to nobble you when you get preggers.) One of the few things I'm really not worried about producing an evil kid, so actually some demonic gestation drama is a pleasant change of pace to the real life boring nonsense.
As some of you know I've long held grand plans to dress as a heavily pregnant Rosemary Woodhouse for Halloween, but now I realise that her third trimester is during a blazing hot New York summer so I'd have been running around in a thin cotton dress in October. Good call on my kid's part to be a summer baby and therefore avoid that freezing debacle.