Rachel Weisz plays twins Beverley and Elliott in Dead Ringers.
Rachel Weisz as twins Beverly and Elliot Mantle in Dead Ringers. (Image: Supplied)

Pop CultureMay 19, 2023

Dead Ringers is full-on, over the top, way too much – in other words, it’s awesome

Rachel Weisz plays twins Beverley and Elliott in Dead Ringers.
Rachel Weisz as twins Beverly and Elliot Mantle in Dead Ringers. (Image: Supplied)

Why you need to see Prime Video’s remake of David Cronenberg’s 1988 horror film, led by a doubly good performance by Rachel Weisz.

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Rachel Weisz is smashing felafel into her face. She’s barely finishing one bite of her pita pocket before ripping into the next. Yoghurt dressing is smeared across her cheeks. When she talks, chunks fly in all directions. “You … ah … having a good day?” asks the owner of a nearby food truck, cautiously watching her inhale food like she hasn’t eaten in a week. “No, I’m having a fucking shit day,” replies Weisz, felafel stuck to her bottom lip and chewed pita hanging out the corner of her mouth.

It’s here that things take a turn. Weisz – playing one of two gynaecologist twins and absolutely monstering every scene she’s in – has just witnessed the death of a mother. Because of a missed post-birth scan, a father has been left literally holding the baby. It could have been avoided, and Weisz’s Dr Elliott Mantle needs an outlet, so the felafel guy gets it in the neck. “Fuck you for asking about my day,” she snarls. “Seriously” – she pauses here to tear off another bite of her pita – “Fuck you!”

Rachel Weisz smokes a cigarette in Dead Ringers.
Rachel Weisz is primal, almost feral, in Dead Ringers. (Photo: Supplied)

If you can’t already tell from this scene, Weisz is absolutely letting rip. There’s something primal, almost feral, about her dual performances in Dead Ringers, Prime Video’s incredible gender-flipping reboot of David Cronenberg’s 1988 psychological horror. As Beverly, she’s more conservative, the doctor who cares, the one who wants to give every mother, and every baby, the chance to live a long, happy life.

Elliot is her coke-sniffing twin, the one chasing A-list movie stars, asking a husband to get “it” out while his pregnant wife’s in the toilet, breaking all the rules to grow a test tube baby. I don’t want to say any more, because to do so would be to spoil Dead Ringer’s more sadistic delights, but if you’re picturing a TV show entirely dedicated to gynaecologist versions of Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s snarling Fleabag and her stuck-up sister Claire, you’re nearly there.

The result is television’s most frenetic, full-on, full frontal show. The first episode of six is soaked in blood, has multiple graphic sex scenes, rivals Succession for use of the f-word, and at one point made me flee the room. It also continues Hollywood’s controversial trend of graphic birth sequences (see: House of the Dragon, The Last of Us, Yellowjackets and Fleishman is in Trouble) with a montage so confronting I was forced to put down my snacks and peer between my fingers. Don’t eat your dinner over this one. You’ll discard it within the first five minutes.

Rebooting and gender-flipping Cronenberg’s cult classic seems like such an unlikely move. How did Weisz pull this off? According to this interview with the BBC, making all those conversations with her twin work wasn’t easy. Weisz played one side, ran into hair and make-up, then did the other. Someone talked to her through an earpiece. Weisz calls it “the most challenging and most joyful experience in my career”.

But there’s reason behind all that shocking stuff. Weisz and the show’s creators wanted to use Dead Ringers to make a point. “We’re incredibly used to seeing violence and people being killed, death, blood… we’re almost immune to that at this point,” she told the BBC. “For me, I think it’s a beautiful moment, it’s kind of a miracle when a baby’s born. We didn’t want to be coy about it.” That moment when she’s smashing felafel into her face? It’s because the woman who died was a woman of colour. “The high mortality rate for women of colour… we talked about that probably every day.”

Rachel Weisz holds a baby in the Amazon Prime show Dead Ringers.
Rachel Weisz in Dead Ringers. (Photo: Supplied)

If you can cope with a show basically set in The Handmaid’s Tale’s birthing centre, there is a show here that crackles with electricity. It’s got the vibe of a classic 90s David Fincher film. It’s got dialogue like, “Why are you wearing my vagina like it’s a fucking glove?” Episode one ends with a blood-curdling scream from Weisz, then Celine Dion cooing the lyrics to ‘Think Twice’ (“This is getting serious…”) Underpinning it all are two absolutely sensational, career-best performances by Weisz.

I get it if Dead Ringers may not be for you. It’s definitely not for everyone. But it is 100% for me. Right now, I don’t want to watch anything else.

Dead Ringers is available to stream on Prime Video.

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Eli Matthewson, Kura Forrester and James Mustapic: Funny. (Image: Archi Banal)
Eli Matthewson, Kura Forrester and James Mustapic: Funny. (Image: Archi Banal)

Pop CultureMay 18, 2023

Everyone we saw at the NZ International Comedy Festival 2023, part one

Eli Matthewson, Kura Forrester and James Mustapic: Funny. (Image: Archi Banal)
Eli Matthewson, Kura Forrester and James Mustapic: Funny. (Image: Archi Banal)

Kura Forrester, James Mustapic, Eli Matthewson and more shows from the first half of the Auckland festival, reviewed.

Kura Forrester: Here If You Need

Kura Forrester puts on one comedy show every four years. She’s the American president of comedy, she says. And while the show is delightful, it’s not one that took four years to make. She’s just been busy. Forrester spends much of the show catching the audience up on what she’s been doing since 2019: she bought a house, got a dog, and became a star* by being on Shortland Street. 

It’s an intimate show (there are genuine moments of sharing her life plans and ambitions), so much so that the premise – a love letter to the “wing defences” in her life – feels like an unnecessary flourish for the sake of having a theme. Forrester is just a funny person who is funny to hear yapping away about her life. 

While she’s not necessarily known for impressions, Forrester’s characters are the best parts of her show. Her impressions of Shortland Street fans seeing her in public are spot-on vignettes of everyday New Zealanders. And a monologue in the voice of her dog reciting its pepeha is a gag that has no right being as funny as it is. 

The show is swift (I forgot how nice it is to be in and out of an event in 60 minutes) and with Saturday’s closing night already sold out, it’s worth getting your admin friend to sort your tickets asap. /Mad Chapman

Kura Forrester (Photo: Supplied)

James Mustapic: Into the Multi-media-verse

One of New Zealand’s most useless resources is its rich seam of pop culture detritus, just sitting there waiting to be mined for content. I say this as someone with a long list of unwritten Spinoff story ideas like “Road safety ad rankings” and “Oral history of ‘somebody spin my feet’” – nobody does it better than James Mustapic. 

His latest show features plenty of callbacks to his favourite subjects – Drew Ne’emia, Sue Nicholson from Sensing Murder (he’s somehow still getting mileage out of their Facebook feud from four years ago) etc. But his best material is drawn from real life – specifically his mum Janet, who plays a key role as a multiverse of alternate reality Jameses (straight James, psychic James…) begins crawling out of the projector to save the world and deliver payoff on throwaway lines from earlier in the show.

There is plenty of craft beneath the deliberately amateurish video editing and PowerPoint presentation. Part of me wants to see Mustapic step out from behind the easy 2000s nostalgia, leave poor old Sue Nicholson alone and give the audience more of himself (and Janet). The other part thinks it’s important for a comedian to have a niche, and there’s still so many funny old ads and reality shows left to make jokes about – if he doesn’t do it, who will? /Calum Henderson

Josh Thomson: Horrible Man

Josh Thomson has become part of the television furniture over recent years – an affable, eccentric and reliably funny presence on The Project, or 7 Days, or Taskmaster. Given all that, it’s some surprise that he has not, until now, staged a show of his own. In Horrible Man, Thomson traverses familiar standup subject headers – relationships, weddings, parenthood – but floods it with a refreshing enema of Thomsonesque idiosyncrasy. Even in the moments of filth he’s somehow endearing. 

Highlights include a vivid account of a gruesome stay in Australian Covid quarantine and an extended disquisition on biscuits. But the show’s triumph is Thomson’s father, the eponymous star of the 2018 TV show Subject: Dad. Dad’s answer machine messages, as relayed in exquisite detail by his son, are a thing of hilarious perfection. /Toby Manhire

Josh Thomson (Photo: Supplied)

Eli Matthewson: Gutterball

He’s a Dancing with the Stars legend, an ex-breakfast radio co-host, a podcaster and soon to appear on the unorthodox new current affairs show Paddy Gower Has Issues. Eli Matthewson has done a lot – and he talks about much of that in his excellent new show Gutterball. His new stand-up hour, tenuously linked to a story from his childhood (when he dropped a bowling ball on his mother’s foot) feels candid and conversational. He does, in fact, chat to the audience on several occasions. But even when he’s mid-anecdote, it feels like you’re having a yarn with a good mate. 

That means you learn a lot about Matthewson, or at least learn what he wants you to learn. About buying a house as a millennial (I simply cannot relate), being in a relationship, work, health – there’s a lot of ground covered. At times, the variety of topics can feel slightly disjointed, like Matthewson is just going from anecdote to issue to topic without any specific connection. But the final 15 minutes pull many of these loose threads together and make the show’s title even clearer. It’s also this last quarter when the laughs become more frequent, possibly because they’re not so directly tied to stories but more to punchlines. It’s an impressive, confident and, above all, funny hour. /Stewart Sowman-Lund

Tim Batt: Is Climate Change Funny Yet?

Tim Batt has a go at potential reviewers early on in this show, saying he’s worried about the potential one-word review answering the question in his show title: No. But that would be unfair – there are some genuinely excellent jokes in here, ranging from fatherhood to the merits of doing drugs on planes, or at SpongeBob Squarepants musicals. 

I slightly resented the Americanness of it all – an extended bit about Elon Musk and references to the Exxon Valdez oil spill in the 1980s felt like missed opportunities to talk about the impact of climate change closer to Aotearoa, for instance. An offhand line about how absurdly cheap carbon offsetting for flights is could, conversely, have been longer – how many of his prospective audience will have checked the box while paying for flights and wondered what their $4 get out of jail free card actually represents? And I don’t think that jokes about people’s names being or not being appropriate for their profession are ever that funny. 

But those are smaller critiques, because there are some genuinely hilarious, absurd aspects of climate change – like the country’s biggest city being afflicted by severe floods while the mayor just wanted to play tennis, and the non-existence of Auckland buses. His impression of his son trying to eat boiled carrots is perfectly ridiculous, and his description of getting a mortgage and the absurdity of dealing with huge amounts of money was excellent. Batt’s self-deprecating style includes the audience in his bemusement and despair about the State of Things, offsetting that despair by pointing out that climate change wouldn’t be so scary if being alive wasn’t so great. Is Climate Change Funny Yet? Yes – but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to do anything about it. /Shanti Mathias

Tim Batt (Photo: Supplied)

Tom Sainsbury: Gone Bananas

From offstage, Tom Sainsbury introduces himself as “your friend for the evening” before briskly walking over to the microphone to greet the audience. And from the moment he starts chatting, this is exactly what Gone Bananas feels like: an hour with an old friend telling funny stories about the time they worked at the KFC in Matamata, taught after-school drama classes in Howick or bombed at the comedy fest in Wellington last week.

Personally I’ve always viewed Tom Sainsbury as more of a friend-of-a-friend or acquaintance – his extremely prolific “Snapchat Dude” era started to wear a bit thin after a while and his Instagram videos get shared so much that they feel like part of the app’s furniture. But lately I’ve been coming back around to his spot-on portrayals of Kiwi archetypes like “Boomer dad” and “80s mum”, and the live stand-up experience only confirms my new pro-Sainsbury stance.

It’s nice to see him out of character and unconstrained by the limitations of short form vertical video. He has an effortlessly charming stage presence and peppers his stories with the same specificity he deploys so well in his characters. It says a lot about the generosity of his comedy that all the main demographics he satirises in his videos now make up the bulk of his audience – a theatre full of boomer dads, 80s mums and the adult children who relentlessly spam them with Tom Sainsbury reels. /CH