The Fly is what i consider to be a perfect film but Ringers is probably my favorite Cronenberg. No matter how much disgusting grue and slime Cronenberg put on the screen in The Fly, underneath it was a central love story than the audience could immediatelyy grasp on to. Ringers has a story not of love but obsession at its center, and the warmth that was such an essential component of the romance between Goldblum and Davis, and which also makes the degeneration of Brundle such a tragedy, is replaced with a cold study of destruction that, when the two films are placed side by side, will always be the more disturbing of the two.