Genre. Genre certainly
comes in handy when you’re scrolling through Netflix, but sometimes it is
difficult to classify a movie. If it includes a number of ingredients, it could
automatically be classified as something it is not. And then, there are the
instances when a film simply cannot be classified at all. Or, its ingredients
categorize it as something quite unique. The
Devil’s Advocate, from 1997, is just such an example. How many other movies
can you think of that could be described as psychological, supernatural, legal
thrillers?
Perhaps that’s why the
film wasn’t well received upon its initial release; Roger Ebert, for one,
claimed that the whole thing felt disjointed; “the John Grisham stuff clashed
with the Exorcist stuff,” and that’s
certainly a pit-fall of a movie which tries to do a lot. And, while I think it
is fair to say that The Devil’s Advocate
is not the perfect film, its uniqueness alone is enough to applaud.
For what it’s worth,
the movie has a lot more in common with that other
seminal horror film, Rosemary’s Baby
than it does The Exorcist; it’s a
slow-burn kind of horror, perpetually putting the viewer on guard with the
feeling that something isn’t quite right. When the truth is finally revealed,
it’s fairly unexpected, but hardly off-putting and feels justified in its
craziness. Along the way, Keanu Reeves, Al Pacino, and Charlize Theron turn in
excellent performances which elevate the film to another degree turning this
thriller into a fascinating morality play.
Come the end of this
two-hour twenty minute film with The Rolling Stones’ “Paint it Black” playing
under the credits, you are left with the distinct impression that you have seen
something one-of-a-kind. While not the ideal example of trailblazing in the
film industry, it remains an interesting and engaging experiment nevertheless. The Devil’s Advocate is surely a movie
which dares you to classify it so easily.
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