The Devil’s Advocate is not a great movie in the traditional sense. It is too long (144 minutes), too loud, and too theatrical. But it is a vital movie. It captures the excess of the late 90s—the worship of money, the amorality of winning at all costs—and asks a question that still stings today:
Kevin grins. Pacino, now playing a journalist, winks at the camera. The Devil-s Advocate -1997-1997
And then a reporter walks up to him, and the camera pans down to reveal a New York Post headline: The Devil’s Advocate is not a great movie
Have you watched The Devil’s Advocate recently? Does it hold up, or is it just two hours of Pacino yelling? Let me know in the comments. It captures the excess of the late 90s—the
The film’s thesis arrives in the third act. Milton explains to Kevin why he doesn’t just tempt the poor or the weak. "Vanity. Definitely my favorite sin." The argument is brilliant: The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you think he doesn’t exist; it’s making you think you are strong enough to beat him. Kevin’s downfall isn’t greed or lust—it’s pride. He genuinely believes he is smarter than Satan. That is a surprisingly sophisticated moral for a movie that also features a scene where Pacino grows demonic horns out of his skull.
On its surface, it’s a legal drama. Scratch that surface, and you find a horror film. Scratch that , and you find a surprisingly sharp theological thesis about the nature of vanity. Twenty-nine years later, this overstuffed, gloriously ridiculous, and occasionally brilliant film remains a fascinating time capsule.