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"Pray for Rosemary's Baby"
This is the greatest horror film, and one of the greatest films ever, period.

Everything in it works. From that terrific tag line to the creepy poster art, to that off kilter lullaby Mia Farrow croons, to every single performance, line of dialogue and scene. The cast is perfection. The terror is palpable. The extras set the movie in its time, but the movie has surpased its time and become, like all true classics, for the ages. The Bramley will never be razed for a parking lot. Ira Levin's superb novel was blessed by Roman Polanski's film. Both are landmarks touched with more than a little genius.

The movie is wickedly funny, deliciously entrancing, groundbreakingly "real" because it's horror is set in present day New York; also, the elderly couple next door, who are the coven leaders, are played to the hilt by nosey Ruth Gordon and the intriguing Sidney Blackmer; therefore, it's easy to come under their spell. Blackmer especially gives an almost noble performance that is rich and wise. The entire cast is at the top of their game.

Maurice Evan's Hutch is the hope and comfort of the film, the logical reality against what is inexorably happening, while Ralph Bellamy's Dr. Saperstein (he was on "Open End," you know)is that soft spoken easygoing evil that you just know hides a little below the surface of most of his ilk. It's also fun seeing Hope Summers (Clara Edwards of "The Andy Griffith Show") as a Satanist. Not out of character here, really. Did Aunt Bea ever find out?

It's ironic that the movie probably could not be made today. The current crop of puritans would rail against it; odd, since the bare bones of the plot hew to what they say they believe. But while those lame Left Behind movies and the others artlessly propound beating foolish stuff into its audiences heads, "Rosemary's Baby" plays knowingly with fiction, with what ifs, with the paranoia come true, all in a twisty gripping eerie exciting film, produced by the great William Castle, who has just the right cameo that comes with the chill first, then the laughter.

Mia Farrow's heart wrenching Rosemary Woodhouse leads us into her terror and pain, then into her first goosebumpy nightmare come true reaction to her son, propelling into that final reaction, maybe even scarier, as the camera wisely pans to the window and the outside of the Bramley. There are some fine character actors as well, always dependable Elisha Cook, Jr. Philip Leeds and Patsy Kelly.

John Cassavetes, as Guy Woodhouse, also creeps us out as he sells himself and Rosemary, and I guess, their baby, and the world, to Satan, to further his acting career. Being in bit parts in "Luther" and "Nobody Loves an Albatross" can only take an actor just so far. Priorities, after all. So settle down with some "plain old Lipton Tea," a bowl of "chocolate mouse" and a Vodkda Blush, and watch a classic again or for the first time. Watch out for mouse bites, though.

CLASSIC TERROR
Roman Polanski concocted a devilish, stylish witches' brew of paranoia and real terror with this movie -- the movie is literally soaked with detail and imagination. Yet the terrors are mostly psychological, pulled off in the most amazing way, filling you, along with Rosemary, with absolute dread. Ira Levin's story, which reads significantly more outlandish in its terrors, is given a 60's pop art/New York look, what with its fabulous use of the Dakota as the ominous Bram, and Mia's delightful costumes. The dream sequences actually further the plot, and are spectacular visualizations of the narrative, providing insight into her strictly circa-late 60s Catholic upbringing. Mia Farrow is sensational as Rosemary, with her big eyes and winning sweetness; her transformation is riveting. Ruth Gordon provides more than enough creepiness all on her own, and John Cassavettes is absolutely perfect as Rosemary's ambitious, cunning husband. The wildly provocative premise places the son of the devil in Manhattan -- and as the movie cast its spell, you descend into madness with Rosemary, who, after all, simply wants the dream of motherhood in her pretty apartment. The bookend lullaby will continue to haunt you for days.

ROMAN AND MIA`S BEST
With all-star-performances from Mia, Ruth Gordon, Sidney Blackmer and John Cassavetes, Polish-director Roman Polanski offers his BEST film.... The seduction-scenes with the Devil - and Rosemary`s nightmares were based on LSD-trips and discussions between Roman and his wife, Sharon Tate. Sharon can be seen briefly in the "making of" and supposedly as an extra when Rosemary is having a party. The film is still disturbing and watchable. Rosemary`s humming is indeed by Mia Farrow.

ROSEMARYS BABY DVD- MIA FARROW
A BRILLIANT MOVIE!! A DEFINITE CLASSIC TO HAVE IN YOUR COLLECTION.ONE OF THE SCARIEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME. MIA FARROW IS EXCELLENT IN HER POTRAYAL OF ROSEMARY AS WELL AS RUTH GORDON AS THE NOSY,WITCH NEXT DOOR. DONT MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH DR. SAPERSTEIN!!!! ALSO,SEE A VERY YOUNG CHARLES GRODIN. THE BEGINNING SEQUENCE IS CLASSIC AS THEY SHOW ALL SHOTS OF THE DAKOTA FROM ALL ANGLES. A MOVIE YOU WILL LOVE.

"What have you done to his eyes?"
The cast of Rosemary's Baby really help bring the wonderful characters of the novel to life. Mia Farrow is perfectly cast as Rosemary, as is John Cassevetes as her husband Guy. I could not imagine anyone other than Ruth Gordon playing Minnie Castevet, the annoying neighbor with a dark secret. Sidney Blackmer as her husband is truly memorable. The supporting cast is equally terrific and the story is suspenseful and chilling, brilliantly written for the screen by Roman Polanski. I have not seen a more faithful adaptation of a novel yet, and it works wonderfully, conveying Rosemary's turmoil and madness effectively. Mia Farrow plays her to perfection, vulnerable yet brave. The ending is truly memorable and creepy. I just wish the tone of the film was darker, but perhaps the subject matter was controversial enough in 1968. Perhaps a darker remake is in order? That would be great! ... Read more

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Well, Smother Me In Marshmallow Cream!
INVASION OF THE BEE GIRLS is one of my favorite movies of all time! Yes, horrible / beautiful Bee Girls are attempting to take control of earth by seducing, mating with, and killing the poor males of our species! They are also recruiting human females to increase their horrid numbers! Beware! They wear big sunglasses and cover future members (gorgeous naked women, of course) in white, creamy, bee-goo! You could be next! On second thought, no, I'll be next. I hereby volunteer to save you by sacrificing myself to these nasty insectile ladies. If you don't own this film, how will you ever defend yourself against their onslaught?? Buy it now, for safety's sake...

a weird film
This is a movie that could`ve only been made in the 70s.Its a weird movie,but has some tasteful nudity and a slow sensuous eroticism.Some attractive ladies with nice breasts in this flick.

Sexual sirens in stinging sexy sci-fi
Sec'y State- Security: Attn: Investigation
Obit: John Grubowsky, Brandt Research
Peckham, CA., 52-XYE, Dept. MD
Bacteriology, Clearance: Top Scret
Cause of Death: Undetermined
Investigate. Supvision Sec'y State
End of Message.

The above message sends Neil Agar, a Special State Investigator, because of top secret research done at the Brandt Research Center. However, eight men die in three days, all with the same symptoms, coronary thrombosis induced by sexual intercourse nearby. When that last is mentioned at a meeting, the residents snicker. Agar works with Captain Peters, the local police chief, and Grubowsky's assistant and presumably last person to see him alive, the bookish and too serious Julie Zorn. Presumably is right, as later, Ms. Grubowsky gets a call from the last person to see her husband alive.

All the deaths are men, and there is no occupational correlation. However, it's a remark by Peters on the victims that plants a seed in Agar's mind: "They're dropping like flies." The tension felt among Peckham's residents boil up to an attempted rape.

One scene in particular turns from idyllic to shocking. A naked girl alights from a motorcycle and goes to a guy waiting for her. The couple slowly roll down the hill. A loud buzzing sound meshed with a weird keyboard synthesizer rises to a crescendo. The guy's dead body is revealed, a sickly white colour, his mouth gaping open. A dramatic chord then sounds on cue, as it does with each corpse revealed.

The sexiest scene hands down has to be the transformation of a woman into a Bee Girl. And the sight of Bee Girls dressed in nothing but shades and lab coats, some of them partially open, bare legs on display, as well as the siren-like female chorus on the soundtrack make this a scene worth remembering.

William Smith plays Agar with self-assured confidence and competence. Victoria Vetri (Julie Zorn) was 1968's Playmate of the Year, then named Angela Dorian, and is clearly capitalizing on that accolade. I remember her in only one other film, Hammer's campy caveman romp, When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth.

The sultry, long and dark-haired, dark-eyed Anitra Ford (Susan Harris), possessing some really long stems and the sexiest scene in the movie, is one of the film's assets. She also appeared in The Big Bird Cage. The Bee Girl with short reddish-brown hair I recognized as Rene Bond, the queen of many underground sexploitation films of the late 60's and early 70's. The sunglasses hide her eyes but those chipmunk cheeks of hers are recognizable.

Despite its low-budget feel and slow moments inbetween deaths, it's an interesting look at the male reaction to the times.
The concept of a feminist plot to take over the world is ridiculous, but consider. The Roe v. Wade ruling came out, the move to push the ERA was in full swing, as was the feminist movement. The idea of swinging and extramarital trysts is supported here. Other chauvinistic overtones include Agar's initial brusque exchange with Julie, Dr. Herb Kline's lies to his wife of having extra work when actually he is having dinner and an affair with a co-worker, and Kline's remarks to Agar, "Domestic bliss. They gotta know where you are every second."

A Great Bee Movie
Anitra Ford stars as Dr. Susan Smith, an entomologist who has discovered a method for cross-pollinating women with bees. The process is very elaborate. A woman who is large-breasted and sexy is chosen to be their next inductee. She is lured into Dr. Smith's laboratory, a bee hive of activity as her assistants swarm about. Their latest victim is drugged, stripped naked and covered with a honey-like substance. She is then placed in a sealed chamber and zapped with radiation. Hundreds of bees are released in the chamber until they cover every inch of her body. A switch is thrown, the bees magically disappear, and the woman is removed from the chamber. The honey-like goop, which has hardened into a rubbery texture, is peeled off her body. Another switch is thrown and flashing lights swirl all around her. All of the women in the lab start exposing and fondling their breasts. Anitra Ford goes up to the naked inductee and plants a big, wet kiss on her. The woman then opens her eyes, which have become pitch black. She has been transformed into a lethal honey - a bee girl!

The bee girl's sole purpose in life is to mate with every available male. However, their sting is deadly. Every man who makes love to one dies of a massive heart attack after climaxing. Why Dr. Smith has created this race of mutant bee girls, and what their ultimate purpose is, remains a mystery. I found watching beautiful, buxom women making love to overweight middle-aged men to be entertaining enough for me, without searching for a deeper meaning. Too bad government agent Neil Agar, the original cigarette-smoking man, has to investigate the mysterious deaths and ruin all the fun. Sure, several men died, but at least they died happy! This film has the class to have "Also Sprach Zarathustra" play as the end credits roll. I hope they release this movie on DVD soon, before I break out in hives. Like "The Sting," it's a honey of a movie!

Definitely a drive-in make-out movie
This is the kind of movie that always got lower-billing when double-features used to play at the local drive-in...back when there were double-features and drive-ins (*sigh*). Teenagers would usually watch the first movie and then make-out during the second, which usually wasn't worth watching anyway. This movie, however, is a bit of an exception. As far as I know, it is the only movie William Smith was the lead in (he's the kind of bit actor whose face everyone knows, but not his name). The movie is campy, and because of that, really pretty funny. It fits Joe Bob Briggs' description of a good movie-- "blood, beasts, and breasts." It's not bad enough to be a cult movie or on MST 2000, but it's good enough to see. Once, at least. ... Read more

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Well, Smother Me In Marshmallow Cream!
INVASION OF THE BEE GIRLS is one of my favorite movies of all time! Yes, horrible / beautiful Bee Girls are attempting to take control of earth by seducing, mating with, and killing the poor males of our species! They are also recruiting human females to increase their horrid numbers! Beware! They wear big sunglasses and cover future members (gorgeous naked women, of course) in white, creamy, bee-goo! You could be next! On second thought, no, I'll be next. I hereby volunteer to save you by sacrificing myself to these nasty insectile ladies. If you don't own this film, how will you ever defend yourself against their onslaught?? Buy it now, for safety's sake...

a weird film
This is a movie that could`ve only been made in the 70s.Its a weird movie,but has some tasteful nudity and a slow sensuous eroticism.Some attractive ladies with nice breasts in this flick.

Sexual sirens in stinging sexy sci-fi
Sec'y State- Security: Attn: Investigation
Obit: John Grubowsky, Brandt Research
Peckham, CA., 52-XYE, Dept. MD
Bacteriology, Clearance: Top Scret
Cause of Death: Undetermined
Investigate. Supvision Sec'y State
End of Message.

The above message sends Neil Agar, a Special State Investigator, because of top secret research done at the Brandt Research Center. However, eight men die in three days, all with the same symptoms, coronary thrombosis induced by sexual intercourse nearby. When that last is mentioned at a meeting, the residents snicker. Agar works with Captain Peters, the local police chief, and Grubowsky's assistant and presumably last person to see him alive, the bookish and too serious Julie Zorn. Presumably is right, as later, Ms. Grubowsky gets a call from the last person to see her husband alive.

All the deaths are men, and there is no occupational correlation. However, it's a remark by Peters on the victims that plants a seed in Agar's mind: "They're dropping like flies." The tension felt among Peckham's residents boil up to an attempted rape.

One scene in particular turns from idyllic to shocking. A naked girl alights from a motorcycle and goes to a guy waiting for her. The couple slowly roll down the hill. A loud buzzing sound meshed with a weird keyboard synthesizer rises to a crescendo. The guy's dead body is revealed, a sickly white colour, his mouth gaping open. A dramatic chord then sounds on cue, as it does with each corpse revealed.

The sexiest scene hands down has to be the transformation of a woman into a Bee Girl. And the sight of Bee Girls dressed in nothing but shades and lab coats, some of them partially open, bare legs on display, as well as the siren-like female chorus on the soundtrack make this a scene worth remembering.

William Smith plays Agar with self-assured confidence and competence. Victoria Vetri (Julie Zorn) was 1968's Playmate of the Year, then named Angela Dorian, and is clearly capitalizing on that accolade. I remember her in only one other film, Hammer's campy caveman romp, When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth.

The sultry, long and dark-haired, dark-eyed Anitra Ford (Susan Harris), possessing some really long stems and the sexiest scene in the movie, is one of the film's assets. She also appeared in The Big Bird Cage. The Bee Girl with short reddish-brown hair I recognized as Rene Bond, the queen of many underground sexploitation films of the late 60's and early 70's. The sunglasses hide her eyes but those chipmunk cheeks of hers are recognizable.

Despite its low-budget feel and slow moments inbetween deaths, it's an interesting look at the male reaction to the times.
The concept of a feminist plot to take over the world is ridiculous, but consider. The Roe v. Wade ruling came out, the move to push the ERA was in full swing, as was the feminist movement. The idea of swinging and extramarital trysts is supported here. Other chauvinistic overtones include Agar's initial brusque exchange with Julie, Dr. Herb Kline's lies to his wife of having extra work when actually he is having dinner and an affair with a co-worker, and Kline's remarks to Agar, "Domestic bliss. They gotta know where you are every second."

A Great Bee Movie
Anitra Ford stars as Dr. Susan Smith, an entomologist who has discovered a method for cross-pollinating women with bees. The process is very elaborate. A woman who is large-breasted and sexy is chosen to be their next inductee. She is lured into Dr. Smith's laboratory, a bee hive of activity as her assistants swarm about. Their latest victim is drugged, stripped naked and covered with a honey-like substance. She is then placed in a sealed chamber and zapped with radiation. Hundreds of bees are released in the chamber until they cover every inch of her body. A switch is thrown, the bees magically disappear, and the woman is removed from the chamber. The honey-like goop, which has hardened into a rubbery texture, is peeled off her body. Another switch is thrown and flashing lights swirl all around her. All of the women in the lab start exposing and fondling their breasts. Anitra Ford goes up to the naked inductee and plants a big, wet kiss on her. The woman then opens her eyes, which have become pitch black. She has been transformed into a lethal honey - a bee girl!

The bee girl's sole purpose in life is to mate with every available male. However, their sting is deadly. Every man who makes love to one dies of a massive heart attack after climaxing. Why Dr. Smith has created this race of mutant bee girls, and what their ultimate purpose is, remains a mystery. I found watching beautiful, buxom women making love to overweight middle-aged men to be entertaining enough for me, without searching for a deeper meaning. Too bad government agent Neil Agar, the original cigarette-smoking man, has to investigate the mysterious deaths and ruin all the fun. Sure, several men died, but at least they died happy! This film has the class to have "Also Sprach Zarathustra" play as the end credits roll. I hope they release this movie on DVD soon, before I break out in hives. Like "The Sting," it's a honey of a movie!

Definitely a drive-in make-out movie
This is the kind of movie that always got lower-billing when double-features used to play at the local drive-in...back when there were double-features and drive-ins (*sigh*). Teenagers would usually watch the first movie and then make-out during the second, which usually wasn't worth watching anyway. This movie, however, is a bit of an exception. As far as I know, it is the only movie William Smith was the lead in (he's the kind of bit actor whose face everyone knows, but not his name). The movie is campy, and because of that, really pretty funny. It fits Joe Bob Briggs' description of a good movie-- "blood, beasts, and breasts." It's not bad enough to be a cult movie or on MST 2000, but it's good enough to see. Once, at least. ... Read more