The movie comes full circle psychologically at the end. You are left with something thought provoking and sad. Irons performance is incredible.

I'm glad I'm not a drug addicted doctor with a twin. Being a drug addicted doctor is difficult enough.

Ugh, what a snoozefest. I just couldn't find any enjoyement out of this at all. It's so slow, boring, and dumb. The plot went nowhere. It's not bizzare, weird, and artistic like most of Cronenberg's works and it's not even a horror film. Jeremy Irons plays double characters, as much as I appreciate his effort, the acting isn't anything remarkable. The characters are annoying. It's scary the fact that Claire's in love with Beverly after they shared her without her knowing. That's beyond disgusting. There's one particular scene that I like, when Bev's having a bad dream about his and Elliot's conjoined bodies. That's so sick!

Pretty batshit and I wanted to like this, but there was a strange lack of charisma throughout and I struggled to connect.

From everything I've seen by Cronenberg so far, Dead Ringers feels like one of his calmer films—at least on the surface. I kept waiting for the moment when it would drift into classic body horror, but in fact, most of the horror here takes place beneath the surface. Not necessarily what you see, but what you feel—psychological decay, trauma, addiction, the relationship between two people who are far more than just brothers. Jeremy Irons completely blew me away. Two twins, Elliot and Beverly Mantle, who look identical, lead the same lives, and yet are so different—and Irons does it so subtly that at times you don't know who is who, even though you should be able to see it. This slow unfolding, this blurring of their identities, how one increasingly steps into the other's shadow—that was incredibly exciting. The visuals, the sets, the design of the clinic, even the way the everyday medical devices and instruments seem almost uncanny—Cronenberg uses this very effectively. And the soundtrack: not overpowering, but placed in such a way that every quiet sound, every breath, takes on weight. Many scenes subtly unsettled me, often before you even realize you're feeling uncomfortable. There were moments that didn’t quite land for me, though. At times, the film drags. Some scenes could be a bit shorter, as they focus more on atmosphere than progress, and you get the feeling you're drifting a bit aimlessly. I also find some decisions hard to follow—especially how Beverly and Elliot deal with Claire, or how the dependency and paranoia suddenly escalate without you always fully understanding what exactly triggers it. The characters are fascinating, but their emotional core is sometimes hard to grasp. Also, the ending was very sudden and i wished for more here. What I find really powerful, though, is that Dead Ringers doesn't feel forced to be creepy, but rather eerie in the sense that it subverts the familiar. You notice how the twins lift each other up, but also drag each other down, how dependency and loss of identity slowly go hand in hand. The horror is often psychological in nature, and Cronenberg leaves a lot to the viewer—he doesn't show everything directly, but enough to keep you thinking about it for a long time. For me, Dead Ringers is one of those films you won't soon forget. It's not perfect, and at times it's exhausting, but Jeremy Irons alone makes it an experience.