-1997-1997 Exclusive - The Devil-s Advocate

And then a reporter walks up to him, and the camera pans down to reveal a New York Post headline:

There is a specific breed of 1990s thriller that feels less like a movie and more like a three-hour anxiety attack wrapped in Armani suits. At the top of that list sits Taylor Hackford’s (1997).

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. The Devil-s Advocate -1997-1997

If the Devil offered you everything you ever wanted, would you even notice?

The plot is pure pulp: Kevin Lomax (Keanu Reeves), a flawless young Florida defense attorney with a perfect record, is headhunted by a New York City law firm run by the charming, paternal John Milton (Al Pacino). The firm is obscenely wealthy. The cases are morally bankrupt. And Milton, who quotes scripture while defending child molesters and slumlords, has a secret: He is literally Lucifer. And then a reporter walks up to him,

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:

The film is famous for its bonkers finale: Kevin shoots himself in the head to kill the demonic fetus inside Mary Ann (don’t ask), wakes up back in Florida at the beginning of the movie, and decides to reject the “Milton case” this time. Does it hold up, or is it just two hours of Pacino yelling

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.