I've never seen Rosemary's Baby, but I saw the trailer once, and know it by heart. Artistic achievements in thrillers is always a personal high for me, maybe because I have an inkling of how difficult it must be to achieve aesthetic fruition in that genre. Below is the link to an review of Roman Polanski's "The Ghost Writer" in The New Yorker:
Over the last two years I have developed great affection for the movie reviews by their writers David Denby and Anthony Lane. Their descriptions reveal the content of some scenes, particularly if you have as fertile an imagination as I do. But if you're a lover of words, beautiful language and movies, then it's a strawberry-in-chocolate kind of pleasure.
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