This week Yasmin and I watch Rosemary’s Baby (Roman Polanski, 1968) and Birth (Jonathan Glazer, 2004), two films about trapped women, pixie haircuts, beautiful New York apartments, stifling bourgeois social norms, and creepy children born of Satan. There’s plenty for us to chew on here—from architecture and occult power to deeply unsettling notions of childhood, death, and sexuality—as we consider how these films locate an atmosphere of dread and horror in the fantastic spaces of elite New York.
