Krzysztof Komeda - Lullaby - (Rosemary's Baby - 1968) The first of Polanski's fleeting visits to Hollywood, with stunning and well-deserved acclaim, success, and recognition. I won't say a damn thing about this film because even the stones know it by heart, it's beautiful of course, well done to everyone. The last (chilling) soundtrack by Komeda with Polanski, because this somewhat unlucky film is, poor thing (and poor Komeda too). And then this curious intersection-collaboration between two great directors (and actors, both also good at that) like Polanski and Cassavetes (am I crazy or is there a clear resemblance between Cassavetes and the name Castavets? Ok), two roosters in the same henhouse who engaged in a continuous clash with their opposing ways of seeing and thinking about cinema during the shoot (just look at Cass's contemporary "Faces"). Only, Polanski isn’t the kindest rooster to challenge in his henhouse, I’d say. Cassavetes financed his subsequent films with an excellent performance, slimy as hell.