Vanity is my favorite original sin

Evangeline 2022-04-21 09:01:19

I thought that after Kyle shot, everything will be calm, which is also the final result of their devouring the evil. As a result, as the devil grew wings, his face changed to Kyle's appearance, and he roared, and the picture changed to Kyle staring at himself in the bathroom mirror when he was in Florida at first, with burning fire reflected in his eyes. It looks like the writers want Kyle to start over. But if the audience looks carefully, they will find that the reporter in the toilet seems to know that he will refuse to defend the perverted teacher this time. The smile and sound he made to him when he left is the same as the devil's usual expression. Exactly the same.

So it is not difficult to guess that after the reporter said "u are the star", after Kyle agreed, the reporter's face turned into a devil and said "Vanity is my favorite original sin." This classic line.

There are so many religious metaphors in this film that I don't understand, and I can only talk about the episodes that left a deep impression on me. It was the scene where Kyle saw that the person he had just defended had thought of the Florida case through the physical contact with his adopted daughter, and went out angrily. On the way the police kept persuading him, telling him the truth he was avoiding. When Kyle was moved by the police's words, the devil was looking at the frescoes in the church with great interest at this time. It was originally a pattern of tears of the Virgin of Mercy, which matched Kyle's mood. Then after the devil stretched out his finger and dipped the water in the clear spring, the mural became a devil. At this moment, on Kyle's side, the policeman who saw that Kyle changed his mind grinned, and was killed by a car just as he was about to cross the road.

Although Kyle's wife is also vain, she is more ordinary, so she can't accept all the situations happening around her. At the beginning, when the neighbors were picky about the color of her wallpaper, she accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction. This dissatisfaction turned into anxiety at the drinking party, and then panicked after hearing about the life attitude of the rich ladies. This was given to her by the devil. The film begins with her showing her desire for New York, and she comforts Kyle who is passing through the Florida case. Her participation is indispensable to this vanity. Similarly, at the end, she first pulled Kyle who was about to leave, hoping that he could be interviewed tomorrow, so her vanity contributed to Kyle's vanity.

However, the blood of the devil is flowing on Kyle. Once the vanity is provoked, it will only expand.

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The Devil's Advocate quotes

  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.