The Devil-s Advocate May 2026

And then the film adds a final, infuriating wink: Pacino appears on a reporter’s television, revealing that he is still manipulating events. The implication? Evil is eternal. It is clever. It is also a coward’s way out. After two and a half hours of theological thunder, the movie retreats into a “just kidding” loop. It wants to have its damnation and eat it, too.

Let us address the cross in the room. Keanu Reeves is miscast. Not because he is bad—he is actually quite effective as the naif slowly growing horns—but because the film asks him to do something his instrument cannot: explode. When Kevin finally confronts his own monstrousness, we need a volcanic rage, a soul torn between salvation and power. What we get is Keanu furrowing his brow and raising his voice to a polite 7. He is the straight man in a two-ring circus, and the circus eats him alive. The Devil-s Advocate

The film’s first hour is a masterclass in atmospheric corruption. Hackford shoots New York as a glittering abyss. The supporting cast—Jeffrey Jones, Judith Ivey, and a young Connie Nielsen—populate the firm with a choir of hushed, predatory smiles. And Pacino, in full “I’m here to chew scenery and damn souls” mode, is genuinely unnerving before he becomes a parody of himself. And then the film adds a final, infuriating

Then comes the ending. If you have not seen it, spoilers follow—but honestly, the film spoils itself. After a climax involving demonic rape, a rooftop confession (“I’m the lawyer who fucking invented guilty!”), and a CGI transformation that has aged like cheap milk, Kevin shoots himself in the head. He wakes up. It was all a vision. He is back in Florida, at the original trial. He refuses the bribe this time. He wins the moral victory. It is clever

The Devil’s Advocate is a movie of immense, almost arrogant potential. It wants to be Wall Street meets The Exorcist , a legal thriller soaked in supernatural dread and moral philosophy. It succeeds as a guilty pleasure. It fails as the masterpiece it so clearly aches to be.

Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3/4)

Theron, by contrast, is devastating. Her descent into hysterical despair is the film’s moral anchor. When she begs Kevin to leave the firm, her eyes hold the only genuine terror in a movie otherwise drunk on its own cleverness. That she received no major award nominations is a crime the devil would appreciate.