Roman Polanski practically reinvented the contemporary horror movie as casual stroll into psychological tension with this 1968 classic. Rosemary (the perpetually doe-eyed and Edie Sedgwick-ian Mia Farrow) and her actor husband, Guy (John Cassavetes), move into the architecturally foreboding Dakota on New York's Upper West Side and become pregnant. En route to nine months of child-bearing joy and discovery, however, Rosemary begins to suspect something is wrong when their neighbors Roman and Minnie Castevets (Sidney Blackmer and the gloriously unflappable Ruth Gordon) insist she see an obstetrician friend of theirs, her pregnancy proceeds in painful and stressful stretches, and, well, she reads a book called All of Them Witches. Polanski is the reigning king of hell being other people, and in Rosemary's Baby those treacherous others are the ones closest to you, exponentially amplifying the movie's sober horror. Better yet, Polanski achieves this fright not through manipulative surprises but rather in the mundane. The fugitive human mind will conceive of something much worse than what a filmmaker may show, even when all that is seen onscreen is the back of Ruth Gordon's head when she's talking on the phone--one example of quiet unease in a movie positively riddled with them.