It's like THE GOOD SON but stupider.
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.