Rosemary's Baby (1968)
So many have seen this gem from so long ago that its themes are ingrained into the cultural mass consciousness. It came just a bit before films such as The Exorcist or The Omen made the idea of the birth of the Antichrist, that wee little tot of evil, a sort of cross-pollination between Christian Millinealism and Hollywood big-time cheese factory horror movie tripe. One wonders that one fed so much into the other--but it makes sense. The years of the middle-Sixties saw the rebirth of rebellion amongst agitated, anti-war, and psychedelic youth: Yippies, Weatherman, Timothy Leary and Abbie Hoffman, Vietnam, Watergate--could the Son of Perdition be far behind? Most believers were convinced he'd out-Hitler Hitler, Stalin, or Mao. Hollywood was there to provide the Dream Factory impetus behind the psychological undercurrent of spiritual anxiety. Regan MacNeil is puking pea soup in the mind's eye, in some celluloid hell that lasts forever. And then there's that The Omen thing, which I've never seen all the way through.