THE FILM Rosemary’s Baby, which premiered at Cannes in May 1968, was incredibly prescient, eerie in the way it predicted our current cultural moment. Somewhere in its biology, in miniature, was the entire tree, a huge oak that throws twisted shadows on every part of America’s front lawn. I was born a few weeks after Rosemary’s Baby was released and grew up alongside it. I first saw the movie when I was 12 and have seen it again many times. It’s a different film with every watching.

Source: Wall Street Journal May 23, 2018 17:15 UTC