Wow, didn't expect to enjoy this one as much as I did. Susan Tyrrell is terrifying in this. Like Piper-Laurie-in-CARRIE terrifying, and that's the highest praise I can give this kind of performance. This one is low on body count and set pieces, but that's okay since the script actually puts that time into character. The main detective is a homophobic piece of shit, and the movie never once strays from framing him as the abject villain. For all the…
I dunno, y'all. I'm kinda cold on this one. The kid performances range from "eh, fine" to "omfg stop talking," but Hawke is surprisingly good in a performance I didn't necessarily expect him to nail--but he does. This would've worked so much better for me without the abusive dad or the psychic sister plots, using that time to flesh out all the kids that The Grabber has theretofore kidnapped and subsequently dispatched. Although the ending sort of sticks the emotional…
If this doesn't make you a fan of Jeremy Irons, nothing will.
DEAD RINGERS proves to be one of Cronenberg's best, most thoughtful pieces. He weaves into this yarn a fascinating examination of dependency--both human and substantive--from the point of view of twin brothers (Jeremy Irons). His trademark body horror is still very much present but is hardly the point of this far more psychological tale.
Bearing the burden of this story is Jeremy Irons doing double duty as Elliot…
I learned a bunch of stuff about scuba diving and sharks that I didn't know before because every character in this movie is a fountain of factoids hellbent on educating the one ignorant character (and by virtue of that, the audience), but apparently not a single one of these jabronies knew the most basic shit that every little kid knows about getting bit by a shark: punch that motherfucker in the face.
Also, what's with the aggressive color compositing on that one girl's scuba mask? The CGI sharks didn't look too terrible, but that shit was just distractingly bad.
Anyway, this movie sucks.