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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.
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.
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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…
A fascinating and disturbing picture. Siamese twins connected by the soul. Can somebody explain to me what this was about? I was far too dense to grasp its full meaning on a first viewing.
Fuck I love Cronenberg.
Cronenberg is one of the most consistently baffling directors for me. He's fascinated with our attempts to make the physical extremes of the human experience clinical. That makes for an ideal body horror director, but though there are elements of that here it favors creepiness over bloodshed.
It would be difficult to make a movie about twin gynecologists who live together that wasn't creepy, though. However, Dead Ringers is also one of Cronenberg's funniest, and having just recently watched Scanners it's insane to see the leaps he made as a filmmaker from the early 80s to the end of the decade.
I have been trying to write this review for days, but I just really don't know how to. I've come up with multiple puns to do with 'dead ringers' before stopping and deleting. What I do know, is that Dead Ringers was as creepy as all hell and not necessarily because the film was consistently scary but more because of the fear of watching a David Kronenberg film. Before watching I knew that something was about to take a turn for the deep end. And it did. And it fucked me up. Awesomely filmed. Subtle and sickening. And I certainly know that if I was a woman I wouldn't want Jeremy Irons as my gynecologist... or would I??
And possibly great movie.
Fear twins and doctors.
Jeremy Irons is creepy in the worst way- like, I want to hug you but you're really scary.
This was the last Cronenberg I was truly excited about watching. And there it is, his lauded psychological playhouse Dead Ringers (my 13th Cronenberg). Irons gives a performance of great duality and eeriness. He differentiates the two brothers just enough to separate them and keeps them just close enough to maintain a tangible connection. The problem with the film is really a lack of substance. I think we're supposed to succumb simply to the implications of body horror without actually get much in the way of them. There's a lot of interesting concepts that are only partially explored. Thematically there's a lot here to explore, but weirdly enough Cronenberg opts to go for the more conventional and less compelling concepts…
Cronenberg and Irons bring their body horror and soul crushing to the gynecologist office.
They say truth is stranger than fiction, and in Dead Ringers, co-writer/director David Cronenberg draws inspiration from the mysterious tragedy of the identical twin gynecologists, Stewart and Cyril Marcus. Cronenberg's psychological sleight of hand is buttressed by the best performance(s) of 1988 (Jeremy Irons). Unfortunately, much of the interest built up from the intriguing characterizations of the first half is lost by poor pacing (read: narrative redundancy) in the second. With the notable exception of M. Butterfly (1993), Dead Ringers may be Cronenberg at his most - dare I say, sentimental.
David Cronenberg's DEAD RINGERS has a substantial cult following (even Criterion released a now out of print DVD of it) but I found it to be an overrated film. Identical twin brother gynecologists, Elliot and Beverly, meet and fall for the same woman (Genevieve Bujold). The twins have spent their entire lives switching places. The woman, Hollywood actress Claire Niveau (Bujold), doesn't realize that she's seeing twins. Claire figures it out eventually and breaks it off. She then falls for the sweeter of the two, Beverly (Irons). Beverly gets hooked on drugs and both twins lives start spiralling out of control. Some have classified DEAD RINGERS as a horror film, it is not. It does continue Cronenberg's body horror/modification motif…
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