There are a handful of great horror movies.
Movies which came late enough to set the bar.
Although the early days of cinema were horrific.
A different style developed.
Rosemary’s Baby has a Hitchcockean subtlety to it.
And so Psycho would be the first true horror movie.
It was a new style of filmmaking.
But Roman Polanski advanced that style.
Perhaps we wouldn’t get another in this line till The Shining.
When great directors dabble in horror.
1960. 1968. 1980.
But horror is an everyman genre.
And so Tobe Hooper made a great one.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
1960. 1968. 1974. 1980.
A progression from subtlety to overt gore.
But all these films are artful.
Silence of the Lambs resurrected that tradition.
Fear. Terror. Poetry. The flowers of evil.
1960. 1968. 1974. 1980. 1991.
We feel it in Twin Peaks.
But perhaps no film captured the essence of the occult so artfully as Rosemary’s Baby.
It is a truly terrifying film.
Every element is well-placed.
It is an art film. But equally a spectacle. An entertainment.
Most notably, it is a philosophic reflection upon evil.
As I’ve said…science doesn’t admit such.
But we have to wonder.
When such powerful people believe in such mumbo jumbo.
Whether there is power or not. In their ceremonies.
They believe. Ostensibly.
It is a frightening prospect.
A very disturbed element of the intelligentsia.
To understand your enemies.