I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.

It’s an especially fun movie from a director and cast who are clearly having a good time allowing themselves to let loose.

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

The acting in this movie is really good.

Barbara Eden stars in this popular, well-regarded TV-movie written by Richard Matheson, expanding his own short story, about a well-heeled professor's wife who announces to her stunned husband that she's two months pregnant--this despite the fact her spouse had a vasectomy three years prior after she suffered a traumatic miscarriage. Eden admirably throws herself into this dramatic role (with its "Exorcist" underpinnings), but it isn't an attractive part for her. The pregnancy makes her disagreeable, uncontrollable, often on the verge of hysteria; she's also speaking in a foreign language, has become addicted to salt and coffee, and reads medical journals at an alarming rate. Director Lee Philips attempts to invest the movie with visual personality (chiming clocks, billowing curtains, a hand-held camera), but he cannot make up for the faults in Matheson's teleplay, which is exceedingly thin (not to mention derivative and anticlimactic). Technically, this is one of the better-made television movies of the 1970s, and the story is certainly involving, but it's eventually depressing and pointless instead of eerie.

Although her sweet, caring schoolteacher husband David (the fine George Grizzard) had a vasectomy three years ago, successful painter Ann Collins (marvelously played with meticulous focus by the lovely Barbara Eden of "I Dream of Jeannie" fame) has somehow managed to become pregnant. Even weirder than Ann miraculously having a bun in the oven is the radical shift in her once normal, now increasingly flipped-out behavior: Ann starts putting way too much salt on her food, gulps down steaming hot black coffee by the gallon, develops a peculiar predilection for freezing cold temperatures, reads sociology books by the dozens, starts talking in an odd unidentifiable foreign tongue, and becomes cranky to the point of being downright hostile. Is Ann going crazy? Or, more disturbing, is the rapidly developing fetus she's carrying some kind of alien creature with potentially malevolent intentions? This frightfully effective and absorbing made-for-TV domestic sci-fi/horror hybrid mixes elements of "Rosemary's Baby," "The Exorcist" and "The Stepford Wives" into a highly creepy and compelling synthesis, cleverly mining a fine line in flesh-crawling thrills from its quietly unnerving central theme: The placid tranquility of a bland, everyday, affluent upper middle-class suburbanite setting gets totally ripped asunder by inexplicable otherworldly occurrences which defy logical categorization and hence can be neither controlled nor comprehended through ordinary means. Lee Philips' low-key, rather pedestrian direction inadvertently works in the film's favor; his lack of flashy cinematic flourishes and pretty mundane style greatly enhance the movie's vivid and convincing evocation of a plain, average, nothing fancy or unusual environment. Richard ("Duel," "The Night Stalker") Matheson's script is typically sound: intelligent, insightful, mature (e.g., when David first finds out about Ann's condition he accuses her of being unfaithful), mysterious and paranoid, with the fantastic premise made believable and intriguing by grounding it with acutely observed, true-to-life, three-dimensional characters and an uneasy tone which remains pleasingly enigmatic and ambiguous to the very end. Eden and Grizzard are excellent in the leads, making for a thoroughly plausible and appealing middle-aged couple. David Doyle as a kindly, helpful amateur hypnotist, Nehemiah Persoff as a bewildered doctor, and Joyce Van Patten as Ann's concerned, sympathetic best friend contribute sturdy supporting performances. The surprise conclusion with the baby's actual origins finally being revealed packs a socko startling punch. Eerie, understated and above all proficiently done, this nifty chiller diller rates as a serenely unsettling little scarefest.

******POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!!!!*****Ann Collins discovers that she is pregnant. Trouble is, her husband David (George Grizzard)is not the proud papa-to-be. Soon, her behavior changes: Eats raw foods (Especially raw octopus!),HOT coffee and LOTS AND LOTS of salt. She also reads books...by just quickly scanning it with her hand. It is obvious by now that SOMETHING is wrong with this pregnancy, but what? Is the baby the spawn of Satan, or from outer space? Is she going to end up with a permanent case of the jitters by drinking all of that coffee?This is a pretty good movie-of-the week, and hopefully it will pop up on DVD sometime soon. It's a good laugh in some parts, and it clearly shows its age, but worth looking at.

Interesting made for TV ROSEMARY'S BABY/EXORCIST type flick, with Barbara Eden in fine form as the expectant mother who begins committing some very bizarre acts after she discovers she's pregnant. This is not at all new territory, though horror/sci-fi author Richard Matheson has managed to add some fairly effective offbeat touches.