This is an epochal year for Rosemary's baby-the neonatal anti-Christ is now old enough to run for the presidency. But first, he has to be born (again). In Polanski's still-tingling gothic, his manger is ensconced within the eerie walls of The Bramford, an aging New York apartment building played mischievously by The Dakota. A coven of creepy neighbors awaits the arrival of the new tenants, pertly mod Rosemary (Mia Farrow) and her fast-talking ham husband Guy (John Cassavetes), the perfect coupling of fertility and ambition. Guy, haunted by his limp success as an actor, secretly sells his soul to the devil's agent-a miraculous acting career in trade for an option on Rosemary's womb. Then the drug-addled nightmare begins, as Rosemary is visited by the old Horned One, and the cloying coven, led by satanists Roman (Sidney Blackmer) and Minnie (Ruth Gordon), anticipates a very special delivery. Sordid apocrypha surround Rosemary's Baby, including whispered connections to Sharon Tate and the Manson murders. Some even hint that the devil himself is played by that devil himself, Anton LaVey.