When I was a kid (around 12, I think), we had a family movie night.
Most families would have watched The Wizard of Oz, or Old Yeller or even something like Big.
But, oh no!
My family watched Rosemary's Baby.
I ended-up sleeping with the light on for, roughly, three months after that.
No movie has ever scared me that much. I think it was because I was raised a good Catholic child, and things about the Devil seem so much more real than movies like Scream or The Birds.
I haven't seen that movie since, and a local movie theatre was playing it this weekend. My old friend Michelle and I became regulars at the Classic Movie Nights at that theatre, going to see films like Casablanca and E.T. (We also went to another theatre to see A Summer Place, starring Sandra Dee and Troy Donahue. Absolutely hilarious. Girl gets knocked-up by stepbrother. "Johnny...have 'ya ever...misbehaved with a girl before?")
I told my mother over the phone that I planned on seeing Rosemary's Baby
She said it was a very very bad mistake, and reminded me of a certain little sixth-grader who didn't sleep for three months and kept the lights on all night and walked around clutching a strand of Rosary beads after she first saw it. (I really wish I was kidding.)
However, I didn't take my mother's advice, and at 10PM last night, Michelle and I were sitting in the movie theatre on a dark and stormy night waiting for Rosemary's Baby to begin.
The movie got off to a comedic start, because the theatre didn't turn off the radio, and the credits were airing as a modern pop song played. As the names scrolled against the NYC skyline, it seemed like we were watching a romantic comedy set in Manhattan. Everybody in the theatre laughed.
And most of the people in the movie theatre CONTINUED to laugh, even though I really don't think Rosemary's Baby is supposed to be funny.
Oddly enough, the movie didn't bother me nearly as much as it did all those years ago...perhaps it is because I am older now...maybe it was the chuckling all around me throughout the entire movie...and it can even be the fact that since the first time I saw that movie, I have witnessed such horrific things firstand on the news that it takes a lot more to freak me out more.
The black basinette and the upside crucifix, however, still truly gave me the creeps.
(Not to mention the fact that the baby is born in June, 1966...6/66...I have a 666 in my social security number. My mom used to joke, "And on the back of your head! That's why you have so much hair!")
I started thinking about other "weird things from movies that freak me out and make me lose sleep."
The Emcee in Cabaret.
When I was in high school, we celebrated my sister's 21st Birthday by seeing Cabaret at Studio 54. I know what you're thinking..."But Diana...you're the musical theatre fan of the family...your sister couldn't care less about it!" Very true. But, she did go through a period where she loved hearing about the history of Studio 54...so we went for her 21st...and she got her first real drink there.
Whether it be the movie or the show, that Emcee was the creepiest little thing ever.
I remember walking down the street after the show, and, for the first time in my life, being scared of New York City. I wasn't scared of getting mugged, or shot, or hit by a taxi.
I was scared of the Emcee.
The Creepy Little Witch Sidekick Guy from The Lion, The Witch and the Wardobe.
The scene in the movie Sybil when Sally Field is looking in the mirror and seeing two different reflections. We watched that in my psychology class in high school...and that scene gave me the chills. I woke-up in the middle of the night, looked at my mirror, and couldn't get back to sleep...