The Devil-s Advocate May 2026

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. 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. The Devil-s Advocate

The premise is delicious. Kevin Lomax (Keanu Reeves), a small-time Florida defense attorney with a perfect record, is recruited by the enigmatic John Milton (Pacino) to a white-shoe New York firm. The firm is a cathedral of marble, ego, and billable hours. Kevin wins cases not through evidence, but through charisma and the manipulation of reasonable doubt—a skill Milton adores. Soon, Kevin is defending a real estate mogul (a wonderfully reptilian Craig T. Nelson) accused of a brutal murder. The catch? Kevin’s wife, Mary Ann (Charlize Theron, heartbreaking), is losing her mind, tormented by visions of demonic violation. Then comes the ending

The Devil’s Advocate is not a great film. It is too long, too self-indulgent, and too reliant on Pacino’s volcanic tics (his Satan is basically a gay S&M club owner who quotes Milton—the poet, not the character). But it is an unforgettable one. It works best as a fable for the legal profession and the 1990s culture of unchecked ambition. Watch it for Theron’s agony. Watch it for Pacino’s monologue about “the pressure of the human ego.” Watch it for the sheer audacity of a studio film that tries to wrestle with God, the devil, and billable hours in a single runtime. He wakes up