The Devil Conspiracy (2023)

The Devil Conspiracy is the kind of audacious midnight movie that swings for the rafters, fusing biotech paranoia with full-throated biblical spectacle and the unapologetic gusto of a pulp paperback brought to life. Nathan Frankowski stages it with a restless, propulsive energy—one minute you’re in sleek, modern sci-fi corridors, the next you’re staring down operatic angels-and-demons imagery that’s as colorful as it is brazen. Alice Orr-Ewing anchors the chaos with a grounded intensity, while the film’s gleeful genre-mash vibe keeps you leaning in even when the story threatens to burst at the seams. It’s not for viewers who want subtle horror or tidy logic, but if you’re craving a wild, stylish, R-rated ride that commits to its premise and never apologizes for being big, strange, and loud, this one delivers.

The Devil Conspiracy is clearly aiming for a pulpy, high-concept collision of biotech paranoia and apocalyptic religious horror, with big swings involving angels, Satanists, and stolen holy relics. The problem is the execution: it’s tonally all over the place, the pacing drags when it should be escalating, and the script often asks you to take some pretty wild turns seriously without earning them. If you’re looking for tight, scary horror or smart sci-fi thrills, this will likely feel jumbled and more “what am I watching?” than genuinely gripping. That said, if you enjoy schlocky, R-rated occult spectacle with occasional gnarly violence and don’t mind narrative chaos, you might get a guilty kick out of its sheer audacity.