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…
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…
Now that's more like it! Up until now my Hooptober picks have been wildly inconsistent but leave it to Cronenberg to deliver a creepy, thought provoking meditation on identity and sex. Not only that but it has some sharp and relevant critiques on our current "take a pill" style of medicine. It's hard to talk about the movie without spoiling certain details, but it's an easy recommendation for fans of the director and genre.
Cronenberg's films often feel cold and clinical and emotionally repressed. Sometimes that approach can stiff-arm my enjoyment. Less so here. Jeremy Irons is superb in dual roles. I thought it would be difficult to tell the identical twins apart, but their unique personalities are revealed just a few minutes into the movie. Irons infuses both characters with subtle differences: a slight change in posture, a more confident vocal tone, an inability to maintain eye contact, a nervous tic here, a nervous tic there.
Dead Ringers features the usual Cronenberg eroticism, but it's never sexy. Nor should it be. These are characters who make a living sitting between the legs of women in stirrups. They view sex as a scientific study,…
This is why you should never have a male gynecologist.
Incrível essa sutileza entre melodrama implícito e brutalidade cênica. É um jogo de poderes que só atores desse calibre mesmo conseguem transmitir. Tanto Jeremy Irons como Geneviève Bujold mediam majestosamente essa tensão entre frieza diabólica e fragilidade iminente. Deve ser de fato o maior drama do Cronenberg, a própria evolução da história vai gerando o peso de uma jornada da alma, uma deterioração de espaço e corpo que pode até ter no plano do extremo a sua maior representação, mas que não deixa de ser absolutamente destruidora quando encenada no mais simples olhar, no mais sutil dos gestos.
A film where Jeremy Irons has a weird relationship with Jeremy Irons, and he is brilliant at playing both parts. "Dead Ringers" doesn't focus so much on body horror as on psychology. Still disturbing and weirdly sexual film, it is definitely amongst Cronenberg's very best.
This is definitely one of the coldest films I've ever seen. Jesus Christ.
De la vieja época de Cronenberg (de A History of Violence hacía atrás) esta me ha parecido su película menos grotesca, lo cual es mucho decir, aún cuando tuvo su respectiva escena que implicaba prótesis desagradables a la vista.
Una historia bastante oscura sobre 2 gemelos que han pasado la vida jugando a repartirse sus parejas sexuales en pro de uno de ellos que sufre de excesiva timidez hasta que un día se enamora y no desea compartir a la nueva mujer en su vida, sin pensar que tarde o temprano es evidente que ella se dará cuenta de que ha estado con los dos.
A partir de allí todo comienza a degenerar, producto del hecho de los celos del…
The threesome dance set to "In the Still of the Night" is in my top five creepiest scenes ever. The whole film manages to be simultaneously unsettling and heartbreaking, seeping under your skin. It's not flashy or filled with gore, but the emotional pain between the brothers is so strong, so sorrowful that you can't help to feel lonesome and miserable by the time the movie ends. That ain't what many people would consider a good reason to watch a movie, but for a certain type of filmgoer it's something magnificent when you can be affected by a picture.
The movie also gets my recommendation as one of the key films to see if you want to understand the eighties,…
A gap in my Cronenberg watch list, not my favourite by him but I will be coming back to this one again for sure.
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).