Watched Jun 15, 2012
Ronan Doyle’s review:
Man can Cronenberg get the best out of an actor. You take people like Woods and Spader—damn fine performers I like a lot in anything—and hand them to David Cronenberg, he'll hand you back the kind of astounding work you never dreamed they were capable of. He does just that with Jeremy Irons here, only he goes and does it twice. Playing twins can't be easy, particularly when so many scenes are just the two of them alone, yet Irons constantly maintains distinct personalities that help in distinguishing his two characters. What's interesting is that Cronenberg tries his best to do the opposite, taking every opportunity to confuse and bewilder us as to which twin is which. It's paramount to the prime themes of identity: what is it that makes us us, that distinguishes us from those around us, that is the essence of our very existence. Cronenberg has this fantastic way of creating terrifically oppressive atmospheres that, almost inexplicably, put you on edge. They're almost surreal, but close enough to reality to remain uncomfortable and unsettling in huge doses. The beauty of his cinema is that while you find yourself in this state of transfixed awe and uneasy fright, Cronenberg worms his way into your brain, implanting ideas often radical and shocking, always deep and thoughtful. The man is a genius, and here is one of the finest examples of that genius that I have yet seen.