The Devil-s Advocate 【INSTANT - 2026】

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.

There is a moment, about two-thirds of the way through Taylor Hackford’s The Devil’s Advocate , where Al Pacino—corporate Satan, Manhattan real-estate mogul, and part-time father figure—turns to the camera and delivers a monologue about God’s greatest mistake: giving humanity free will. It is a symphony of ham, spit, and terrifying sincerity. For five minutes, the film achieves a kind of operatic madness. Then it remembers it has a plot to resolve, and the spell shatters. The Devil-s Advocate

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. Theron, by contrast, is devastating

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. That she received no major award nominations is

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.