Dead Ringers
February 27th 2007 07:39
It might seem a little unusual for my first David Cronenberg review to be this dramatic psychological thriller with horror undertones, but the bigger picture reveals this to be his true masterpiece, so why not start at the top?
Of course, Dead Ringers (1988) wasn’t immediately recongised for the masterwork that it is. Like John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) and George Romero’s Day of the Dead (1985), it took several years or more for the cult following to spread into general acceptance that the film is a brilliant study of ambition, corruption, love and loneliness.
Cronenberg based his screenplay (co-written with Norman Snider) on a book which in turn was inspired by an newspaper article about successful doctors, the Marcus twins, who were discovered dead in their Upper East Side Manhattan apartment which had become a scene of utter degradation. They had died due to withdrawal from barbiturate addiction.
Originally called Gemini, which the studio didn’t like, so it was changed to Twins (terrible title, but then I’m not a great fan of Dead Ringers as the substitute either), however producer Ivan Reitman talked to Cronenberg and purchased the title rights for his upcoming Danny DeVito/Arnold Schwarzenegger comedy.
The story follows the career rise of twins Beverly and Elliot Mantle (both played with astonishing skill by Jeremy Irons - a dual performance that should’ve netted him a double Oscar nomination at least, but that’s a story in itself). Gynecology is their chosen field, and they excel at it, quickly establishing them as doctors to the rich and famous.
One of their famous clientele is Claire Niveau (Genevieve Bujold, also superb), a movie star. Beverly, the shy introverted brother, immediately falls for her. But it is Elliot, the ladies man, who seduces her first. And like all twins who share, Claire is shared. But it is unbeknownst to her. It seems the Mantle twins have a dark side. And this soon eclipses everything.
Cronenberg has always been fascinated by the body and its various states of physical strength and mortal decay. He has also been intrigued by the psychological states of mind that influence the body, both metaphysically and biologically. Dead Ringers is more subtle in his exploration of body horror, but no less powerful, more about the disintegration of the mind, than of the visceral impact of gore. In fact, it is the subtleties within Dead Ringers that make it his most resonant, disturbing, yet quietly exhilarating film.
When Claire discovers she is being manipulated and, as far as she’s concerned, abused, a can of worms is opened, spilling its slimy, leech-like contents across the pristine operating table of the Mantle’s lives. They’ve been so used to complete control, but now cracks have appeared in the walls of their psyches. Obsession and addiction breathes insidiously down their necks as desperation rears its ugly head.
Dead Ringers is a stunning looking film. The hot-cool palate of lush reds and metallic blues juxtaposed from cinematographer Peter Suschitzky amidst the straight formal lines courtesy of Cronenberg’s regular production designer Carol Spier. It’s Cronenberg’s most stylized film. The impressive special effects used to enable Jeremy Irons to interact with himself were the first of its kind.
Howard Shore’s score is also a highlight. The brooding orchestral strings help convey a very profound sense of sadness and despair. These clever men reduced to insufferable, disturbed children, trying to pick the broken pieces up and mend them, but they can only rupture their tender wounds, doomed in their own undoing.
But it’s not all dark clouds and temperamental mood swings. The screenplay does offer some genuinely funny moments; sharp, scabrous dialogue and some unsettling visual gags too. So one can expect to chortle from time to time, then choke and recoil (the movie has gained a reputation for being not so popular with women due to a couple of nightmarishly intense operating scenes). Yet the movie is also surprisingly sensual in places, even erotic in one particular scene.
But it is the extraordinary work of Jeremy Irons in the dual role of the Mantle twins and Cronenberg’s ferociously intelligent direction which ultimately makes Dead Ringers one of the best horror-dramas ever made. A melancholic mediation on existence and a must for discerning horror fans, while being essential viewing for any true cinephile.
Precious little on youtube ... but here's a wee taste, featuring the real life Hennesey twins as voluptuous room service for the hedonistic Elliot Mantle:
* the images on this page are courtesy of www.davidcronenberg.de
Of course, Dead Ringers (1988) wasn’t immediately recongised for the masterwork that it is. Like John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) and George Romero’s Day of the Dead (1985), it took several years or more for the cult following to spread into general acceptance that the film is a brilliant study of ambition, corruption, love and loneliness.
Cronenberg based his screenplay (co-written with Norman Snider) on a book which in turn was inspired by an newspaper article about successful doctors, the Marcus twins, who were discovered dead in their Upper East Side Manhattan apartment which had become a scene of utter degradation. They had died due to withdrawal from barbiturate addiction.
Originally called Gemini, which the studio didn’t like, so it was changed to Twins (terrible title, but then I’m not a great fan of Dead Ringers as the substitute either), however producer Ivan Reitman talked to Cronenberg and purchased the title rights for his upcoming Danny DeVito/Arnold Schwarzenegger comedy.
The story follows the career rise of twins Beverly and Elliot Mantle (both played with astonishing skill by Jeremy Irons - a dual performance that should’ve netted him a double Oscar nomination at least, but that’s a story in itself). Gynecology is their chosen field, and they excel at it, quickly establishing them as doctors to the rich and famous.
One of their famous clientele is Claire Niveau (Genevieve Bujold, also superb), a movie star. Beverly, the shy introverted brother, immediately falls for her. But it is Elliot, the ladies man, who seduces her first. And like all twins who share, Claire is shared. But it is unbeknownst to her. It seems the Mantle twins have a dark side. And this soon eclipses everything.
Cronenberg has always been fascinated by the body and its various states of physical strength and mortal decay. He has also been intrigued by the psychological states of mind that influence the body, both metaphysically and biologically. Dead Ringers is more subtle in his exploration of body horror, but no less powerful, more about the disintegration of the mind, than of the visceral impact of gore. In fact, it is the subtleties within Dead Ringers that make it his most resonant, disturbing, yet quietly exhilarating film.
When Claire discovers she is being manipulated and, as far as she’s concerned, abused, a can of worms is opened, spilling its slimy, leech-like contents across the pristine operating table of the Mantle’s lives. They’ve been so used to complete control, but now cracks have appeared in the walls of their psyches. Obsession and addiction breathes insidiously down their necks as desperation rears its ugly head.
Dead Ringers is a stunning looking film. The hot-cool palate of lush reds and metallic blues juxtaposed from cinematographer Peter Suschitzky amidst the straight formal lines courtesy of Cronenberg’s regular production designer Carol Spier. It’s Cronenberg’s most stylized film. The impressive special effects used to enable Jeremy Irons to interact with himself were the first of its kind.
Howard Shore’s score is also a highlight. The brooding orchestral strings help convey a very profound sense of sadness and despair. These clever men reduced to insufferable, disturbed children, trying to pick the broken pieces up and mend them, but they can only rupture their tender wounds, doomed in their own undoing.
But it’s not all dark clouds and temperamental mood swings. The screenplay does offer some genuinely funny moments; sharp, scabrous dialogue and some unsettling visual gags too. So one can expect to chortle from time to time, then choke and recoil (the movie has gained a reputation for being not so popular with women due to a couple of nightmarishly intense operating scenes). Yet the movie is also surprisingly sensual in places, even erotic in one particular scene.
But it is the extraordinary work of Jeremy Irons in the dual role of the Mantle twins and Cronenberg’s ferociously intelligent direction which ultimately makes Dead Ringers one of the best horror-dramas ever made. A melancholic mediation on existence and a must for discerning horror fans, while being essential viewing for any true cinephile.
Precious little on youtube ... but here's a wee taste, featuring the real life Hennesey twins as voluptuous room service for the hedonistic Elliot Mantle:
* the images on this page are courtesy of www.davidcronenberg.de
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Crazy film that messed with my head for months afterwards..
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yeah, it's pure craft, through and through ... one of those superb screenplays for me that keeps rewarding like Withnail and I ...
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yeah, it's pure craft, through and through ... one of those superb screenplays for me that keeps rewarding like Withnail and I ...
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Great review.
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Yeah, the production design on the film is sensational! I too love Cronenberg's love of the grotesque and the beautiful .... his whole body horror thing.
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