1975년 미국에서 존경받는 부인과 의사인 쌍둥이 마커스 형제, 엘리엇과 비벌리가 죽은 채로 발견된다. 그들은 환각상태에서 환자들을 수술한 것으로 밝혀지고 이 영화는 이 실화를 바탕으로 하고 있다. 이들은 쌍둥이 이지만 성격만큼은 정반대다. 육체는 물론이고 정신까지도 서로 일치한다고 믿고있는 이 쌍둥이 의사 형제는 여자를 함께 공유해야만 완전히 소유했다고 생각할 정도로 정신적인 일체상태에 빠져있다. 그러던 중 사랑에 눈 뜬 비벌리는 형과 정신적으로 분리되는데...
런타임: 115 분
출시 날짜 1988-09-23
예산: $13,000,000.00
수익: $8,038,508.00
태그 행: 데드 링거
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I've often thought that there should be beauty contests for the insides of bodies. Dead Ringers is directed by David Cronenberg who also co-adapts the screenplay with Norman Snider from the book "Twins" written by Bari Wood and Jack Geasland. It stars Jeremy Irons and Genevieve Bujold. Music is by Howard Shore and cinematography by Peter Suschitzky. Identical twin gynaecologists Beverly and Elliott Mantle (Irons) run a high end fertility clinic in the city. Both in tune with each in spite of being different personalities, their world starts to fold inwards when Beverly falls in love with drug dependent actress Claire Niveau (Bujold). Inspired by the real life story of gynaecologist twins Cyril and Steve Marcus (who were both found dead from suicide brought about by drug addiction), Dead Ringers is an amalgamation of unsettling horror and icy cold playfulness; in other words a perfect canvas for auteur Cronenberg to paint some of his peccadilloes. Cronenberg doesn't need to be gory, gimmicky or schlocky, he instead utilises the characters on the page to spin a clinical character study. Themes pulsing throughout involve individuality, identity, misogyny, narcissism, eroticism and addiction, all played out in the mystical world of surgery and in-human metaphysics. The tempo never rises above a steady heart beat, rumbling along ominously, until we enter the home straight and the director delivers a devastating yet deeply moving conclusion. Backed by a stunning dual performance from Irons, and a ballsy one from Bujold, Dead Ringers is a film of genuine greatness and a piece of work that's alive with smart ideas. 8.5/10
Sheer brilliance. Deep down, EVERYONE has a love/hate thing about identical twins. On the one side, they wish they had that kind of communion with someone, that sort of magical intimacy they share, having someone basically the exact same as themselves...yet that same one-of-a-kind companionship is scary as hell. I haven't seen, from my fellow Canadian, either 'Scanners' (1981) or 'Naked Lunch' (1991), so I can't honestly say whether or not my assertion can be thus extended, but I dare ANYONE to find in horror a finer run than Cronenberg had, in 'Videodrome', 'The Dead Zone', 'The Fly'...and this, 'Dead Ringers'.
David Cronenberg reveals himself to be a total pseud. "Our identities blur together. We are one soul." Give me a break