All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1167. An easy way of seeing how…
Two bodies. Two minds. One soul.
Twin gynecologists take full advantage of the fact that nobody can tell them apart, until their relationship begins to deteriorate over a woman.
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“I think you two have never come to terms with the way it really does work between you.”
Beverly and Elliot Mantle (Jeremy Irons) are brilliant but disturbed, that much is certain. Even as young boys, they showed an understandable fascination with the female reproductive anatomy coupled with a disturbing lack of human emotion. Better to be fish, they theorized—that way they could reproduce without interpersonal contact. Their view of the female body as a laboratory specimen has brought them a successful gynecological practice in Toronto and much acclaim—the Mantle retractor is the industry standard. But their desire to be fish has remained. Their ultramodern office and equally modern high-rise apartment resemble nothing so much as meticulously…
3 months before Ivan Reitman's cuddly comedy Twins, came Cronenberg's Dead Ringers. The immense dark to Arnie's saccharine light.
Within only a handful of scenes, Cronenberg paints raw body images with stark, frank dialogue. There's talk of sex, periods, the uterus, surgery and a mutant cervix. The mood now suitably set for Jeremy Iron's incredible dual role of the identical Mantle twins - to pierce and settle under your skin.
Really, Irons is the focus here. Subtle changes in face and body differentiate the bonded brothers. Easy to tell apart and with a riveting duality, it's an absolute beast of a performance that inevitably puts everything outside of 'them' in a less interesting, less demanding shade.
I'll admit, I lost…
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Whenever brothers and the relationship between them is the central focus of a movie, no matter how unrealistic or melodramatic this bond may be portrayed I always find myself actively involved with the story and characters on more than just a mere superficial level. I can relate to these characters as I have a brother and I know how special this connection is.
Jeremy Irons plays identical twins Beverly (Bev) and Elliot (Eli) Mantle, two highly respected gynecologists. They understand each other perfectly and share everything, including their apartment, their job and their women, living vicariously through each other. Eli is the more sociable, casual, confident and aggressive one while Bev is…
Jeremy Irons has palpable sexual chemistry with Jeremy Irons.
Part of the 30 Countries May Challenge. Canada.
This is my third Cronenberg after A History of Violence and The Fly, and it seems I haven't hit upon one of his full-body-horror, crazy shows yet. This is really restrained, feeling like it's patiently building towards some grand finale, with the most vivid image confined to a dream sequence and the disturbing stuff mostly implied than shown (which can still draw squirms-a-plenty though). Appropriate, because it allows the best special effect and most disturbing aspect of the film, Jeremy Irons' performance, to shine fully. Apart from some moments where the twins' minds start melding, there is not much doubt whose personality we're looking at, even though they don't look that different…
I've seen this move about a gazillion times. It was my first Cronenberg experience and I saw the film when I was very young. It disturbed me deeply and it still does to an extent. There's a nightmarish quality that continues to haunt me.
Dead Ringers is an intelligent drama that explores the psycho-sexual relationship of the Mantle brothers. They are twin gynecologists that, when put together, form one whole individual. This is David Cronenberg at his most stylistically reticent and careful. It is an excellent example of detached filmmaking aesthetics. Dead Ringers sees Cronenberg mature into a wonderfully astute and visually industrious filmmaker.
Cronenberg comes alive through a bizarrely cool color palette that makes every location seem sterile and…
"Gynecological tools for mutant women for sale. Only used once."
Film #17 of the "Scavenger Hunt August 2015"
Task #9. Something directed by David Cronenberg
This film was a fascinating divergence for Cronenberg for me. I'm a fan of Cronenberg's films, particularly his body horror pieces, but Dead Ringers is decidedly different. In Dead Ringers, Cronenberg continues to look into human horrors but here they are all internal and unseen, but just as disturbing. In fact, I would still call this body horror, just from another perspective. In a film like Videodrome or Existenze, you are put into the perspective of the protagonists and are able to see the horrors they experience, whether real, imagined, or…
You know what would be even weirder than "Being John Malkovic"? "Being David Cronenberg."
This man is brilliantly disturbing.
Jeremy Irons convincingly (masterfully) played/became Bev/Eli immediately after he was Father Gabriel in The Mission. What.
amazing performance(s) by Jeremy Irons
We all know twins are weird but Jeremy Irons twins? Jesus.
Pretty fascinating as a mid-point between body horror Cronenberg and serious drama Cronenberg.
In Dead Ringers the Mantle twins end up adapting two sides of the same personality. One is thoughtful and grounded while the other is charismatic and forward thinking. Together they make each other whole and become a super person. They excel in their profession and experience complete success. It is a fascinating setup for a rather heady examination into identity and personality. But I have never felt that David Cronenberg does examination particularly well. He sidesteps diving into the knotty psychology of the twins when they become entangled. There is just no psychological depth present because all of it is told instead of shown. There are vague conversations about sharing experiences, unneeded flashbacks and boring exposition at the beginning, none…
Jeremy Irons' performance(s) were very strong (and kinda sexy), but I can't help but feel as though this was kind of a slog to get through. My biggest complaint with Cronenberg is that while he has good ideas, he doesn't really know how to execute them in a clean way. And I mean, maybe that's the point, who knows. I think I'm going to watch the rest of Cronenberg's filmography later, because I've been disappointed with all of his films I've seen so far (except Crash).
Psychological body horror buoyed by the best performance of Irons' career. As horribly dark as Cronenberg's other, more famously grisly work, but replacing the gore with human pain and need.
For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…
Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).