A nerve-racking, palm sweating movie. In my perspective the theme explored here is as interesting as it is disturbing - obsession over the human body, substance abuse, clinical depression and dissociation of the self. It definitely is not for everybody and I have to confess that if this wasn't suggested to me, I would have never watched it. Jeremy Irons is exquisite in this.
A departure for Cronenberg. One that seems on the surface ripe with all his trappings, but ends up surprisingly light on the visceral thrills that are to be expected with his work in this era. Instead, we are given a mindbending thriller anchored on the dual performances of Jeremy Irons. It's a strong film, at its core about how one's actions affect those around them. I wouldn't call it a horror film, though.
Perhaps Cronenberg's defining work this '88 film is a fascinating and masterful excursion into the themes that have been ever present in the director's oeuvre. Jeremy Irons gives an amazing pair of performances here that draw us into the depths of deterioration. Genevieve Bujold also impresses here. Artistically the film has a bold and controversial edge that is equally mesmerizing and disturbing. Essential cinema.
Dead Ringers elegantly keeps you on your toes through a slow-burning plot accompanied with the confusion that comes with depicting twins. At first I thought one was the nervous ego and the other the superego. Yet as with twins they ended up being the supportive structures for each other, brilliantly portrayed by Cronenberg. His best in my mind.