Film

The Stepford Wives

Name: The Stepford Wives
Genre: Thriller, Science Fiction, Horror
Released: 1975
Cast: Katharine Ross, Paula Prentiss, Nanette Newman, Judith Baldwin, Peter Masterson

The film that turned 'housewife' into a punchline with teeth: Joanna moves to a manicured Connecticut town and watches the women around her go glassy-eyed, docile, oddly perfect. It's slow-build paranoia dressed as domestic drama, more unsettling than jump-scary, and it gave the language a whole new word. For anyone who likes their horror quiet and their cul-de-sacs sinister.

TMDb rating

6.7

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