Still staggering from the disappointments of Headspace, this reviewer was delighted to find a film of very similar and intense potentials JUSTIFY itself in realizing them. Among the many gifts of this movie to its viewers are the extraordinary performances of Jeremy Irons, Beverly Mantle/Elliot Mantle, and Genevieve Bujold as Claire Niveau. The casting of Bujold in her role is an excellent choice, an actress whose very most innate quality is the gift to speak one’s mind with the delivery of a descending angel. For Mr. Irons, the demand to play two roles without redundant refrain when those roles are expressed as that of identical twins, and to appreciate the gulf of differences between them, unsorted by their almost Siamese connection, is magnificently met. Were one not a Jeremy Irons fan before, that becomes an extreme likelihood afterwards.
As identical twins, with bounding gifts of intellect, creativity, and passions for medicine between them, Beverly and Elliot Mantle succeed easily in life, reaching the ultimate favor of their profession as pioneering gynecologists. Enter Claire Niveau, a woman whose oddly malformed mutant vagina becomes a euphemistic reflection to Beverly Mantle of his own mutant connection to his brother. This matter is furthered by her ability to sense she has been exploited by two different men when they take, as has become their custom, advantage of the occasional beautiful patient for unceremonious covert sharing. Bujold’s confrontation with them over this and the delivery of her lines penetrate deeply to the core of Beverly‘s latent conscience. More than that, he realizes his fascination for her and what she has come to represent to him. Following is the denouement to finale between the forces for the Siamese-like connection (and its separation) the twins have known to the exclusion of any personal independence. Something for which the creative abilities that have before served Beverly well, come to end in a madness burlesquing both his profession and any artistic expression of it. That the “tools” he designs are first meant to deal with mutant vaginas and then adapt to this delusion of “separating” himself from an assumed supernatural connection to his brother, verges this movie’s elemental approach to becoming a masterpiece. How he comes upon them on his way to this final resolution and what comes to be realized in retrospect succeeds this approach to the movie becoming one.
Direction, David Cronenberg, and his collaboration with Norman Snider in script writing is a good as it gets, cinematic artistry.
Too intense for children and slight nudity. Heavy, heavy drug use, with an almost laconic irony that the patient observes concerns before the medical practitioners, therefore not AMA approved.