All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1177. 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…
"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…
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…
Jeremy Irons has palpable sexual chemistry with Jeremy Irons.
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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…
As much as I hate to, I wanted to start out the review portion of my Dead Ringers article by stating how boring it was. It's a word I don't like to use when describing films I dislike, but on rare occasions I make exceptions. However, I then realized that I didn't need to even consider using that word, because even though I highly disliked Dead Ringers, it was as far from boring as it could get. Allow me to throw some phrases & sentences at you and show you what I mean: "gynecological instruments for operating on mutant women", Genevieve Bujold gnawing at a fatty mass conjoining the Mantle twins, Jeremy Irons playing two completely different characters and nailing both…
I find that it's best to know as little as possible going into a Cronenberg movie.
Dead Ringers is low in body horror (comparatively) but it doubles down on Jeremy Irons.
Methodically unnerving, it’s definitely not something to watch before going to bed. The exploration of unhealthy relationships and how deep some connections run, how deterioration in the physical affects the mental, it’s a slow descent that blurs the line between real and imagined.
First of all: Irons is amazing. At first, I was afraid the compositing and the technicalities of shooting the same guy might take away from my immersion, but fifteen minutes in, I noticed nothing: not only is the acting great, but everything about filming the twins worked great. Its's both a technical and an acting achievement.
The interaction and the relationship between the two brothers was fairly interesting and well explored. The idea of the two of them essentially being a single entity, but having the outside factors dividing them more and more, and building up on that conflict was engaging. There are some really interesting visuals, like the clothes in the operating room, and the tools that Ellie (or…
jeremy iron's face is a shape-changer.
A mortifying psycho-sexual drama with an unparalleled dual performance by Jeremy Irons at its heart. The Mantles are fascinating to watch, brought to life by Irons' performance(s) and Cronenberg's unshowy but uncanny effects and cinematography- the one tracking shot through the hallway, finding them making identical moments through different doorways, is breathtaking.
Irons topped my list of actors performing in multiple roles for Den of Geek- read it here
This movie evokes a certain atmospheric dread that few others can rival. Twisted, disturbed, broken and frantic, two brothers guide you through a dream like separation anxiety and sexually repressed wormhole that hypnotizes and mortifies.
I clearly went through a Cronenberg phase...
"I've never heard anyone say that about the inside of my body before."
"Surely you've heard of inner beauty?"
Dead Ringers was definitely not the film I expected to watch; the film I expected was full on body horror, like other Cronenberg films such as The Fly or Videodrome.
However, it was more about the relationship between two twins and their downfall from drug addiction.
It did have some amazingly beautiful imagery and perfectly shot scenes, but being a Cronenberg film Dead Ringers was extremely hard to follow.
The creepy and cringe-worthiness of the actual body horror scenes made the film memorable, as well as the fact the film displays surgery as a sort of ritual.
Dead Ringers is somewhat overrated, but it still was a somewhat interesting and disturbing watch.
there's something about jeremy irons asking for orange soda and ice cream that makes me incredibly sad
Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).
For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…