Directed by Sam O'Steen
Written by Anthony Wilson
Starring : Stephen McHattie, Patty Duke and Broderick Crawford
Having been adopted by the madam of a southwestern brothel, a now adult Adrian must cope with the fact that he is Satan's kid and not living up to his expectations.
Review :I was tempted to see this film because of morbib curiosity, and you may be too but I wouldn't go out of my way. This is a weak sequel to Roman Polanski's Rosemary's Baby, and if I'm honest it really did not need a sequel. The haunting, ambiguous ending is part of what makes that film. The film may have been made to cash in on the success of The Omen, as it has more in common with that film than it does with Rosemary's Baby.
The thing that really sticks in my throat is the numerous inconsistencies with the original. If the original was set in 1966 then how can the lead character be in his twenties in 1976? Why is the Gothic, Manhattan apartment building now a two-story sitting on a huge lawn? Why are only some of the coven members present and why do they refer to themselves as the tribe? Then there is the semi-recreation of the satanic rape scene that pales in comparison to the original. The film begins with the impressive last lines of Polanski's work, and is divided into three books - presumably to give it a biblical feel, but it lacks the clockwork precision of Ira Levin's plot and instead substitutes hallucinogenic images and a downbeat tone that never lets up.
Sam O'Steen was the film editor on Rosemary's Baby and I have to feel some sympathy for him. This sequel lacks a budget, has a flaccid script with little suspense or scares to speak of, and even the camera work is poor. Charles Bernstein's music is suitably creepy but ends up being so overused that it becomes intrusive. Overall this film shows no flair or subtlety and fans of the original should definately avoid it.
In Short : This film succeeds only in reaffirming my belief that sequels are lousy, though blessedly few are as bad as this.