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Director David Cronenberg handles his usual fondness for gore in muted style.
People like myself who find the character played by [Genevieve] Bujold (in one of her best performances) more interesting than either of the twins are bound to feel rather frustrated by the end.
Cronenberg, who has begun to emerge as a master of body-related horrific fantasy, clearly understands that a small amount of medical mischief can be more unnerving than conventional grisliness.
Really sordid stuff that becomes ridiculous, painful, unbelievable and tedious.
The kind of movie where you ask people how they liked it, and they say, 'Well, it was well made,' and then they wince.
Watching Ringers is not unlike watching a critical operation -- unnerving but also enthralling.
This is arguably David Cronenberg's masterpiece.
Irons gives a highly accomplished performance in a chilly knife-swapping psychodrama that remains among the director's leanest, meanest releases.
Impeccably executed, Cronenberg's first masterpiece is an unsettling film in which biological horror is entirely conveyed through pyschological exploration of character, masterfully played by Jeremy Irons in the best performance of his career.
It's one of Cronenberg's more complex relationship tales, that puts a deadly spin on separation, loss and hopeless love.
Cronenberg and Irons achieve perfection in horror.
An intense psychological drama which confronts [Cronenberg's] familiar preoccupations -- fear of physical and mental disintegration, mortality, the power struggle between the sexes -- without the paradoxical protection of visceral disgust.
Irons is startlingly off-kilter, his performance a veritable textbook example of deranged if icy brilliance
Dead Ringers is not a fun or particularly upbeat film, but it does grab you by the collar and it sucks you right into the screen.
One of Cronenberg's creepiest. And Irons is freaking amazing.
Trite, weird, ridiculous, uneventful, sick. Cronenberg at his worst.
Cronenberg's most perverse and disconcerting film.
Extremely unsettling, at times amusing, cold yet personal, Dead Ringers gradually and deliberately comes to horrify the viewer, rather than shocking outright with such spectacular displays of gore.
A terrifying performance courtesy of Jeremy Irons
Cronenberg, with Dead Ringers, becomes the director that Roman Polanski could have been.
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