And then a reporter walks up to him, and the camera pans down to reveal a New York Post headline:
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. The Devil-s Advocate -1997-1997
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). And then a reporter walks up to him,
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. Definitely my favorite sin
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.
It’s a cheat. A loop. It suggests that free will is an illusion, and Kevin’s vanity will always win. Audiences in 1997 hated it. Today? It’s genius. Evil doesn’t get defeated; it just resets the game.