Almost unbearably bleak, Dead Ringers is an endurance test – just not in the way most Cronenberg faithful will expect.
Ballard creates cold, sterile worlds that are driven by concepts instead of characters, but he’s strong enough a writer that his narratives thrive with intellectual possibility as a result.
Should filmmakers just leave certain books alone?
Whereas something like Simon Rumley’s “Red White & Blue” takes a look at disease and infection from a standpoint of real-world consequence, one might think the exaggeration of “Contracted” might put it more in league with the not-quite-earthbound films of David Cronenberg (“Shivers” and “Rabid” in particular). Unfortunately, writer-director Eric England falls back on degrading gross-outs for their own sake.
David Cronenberg, the venerable Canadian King of Venereal Horror himself, takes a satirical turn in MAPS TO THE STARS, which skewers the lives of prototypical Hollywood elite.