Conclave (2024)

No smoke, but plenty of mirrors into the power plays of chaste men

Conclave is a masterclass in tension and intrigue, like a high-stakes chess match with robes, rituals, and secrets so well-guarded you can practically smell the incense and intrigue. This movie knows exactly what it’s doing as it brings you into the cloistered world of the Vatican, turning what could have been a quiet drama into a thriller dripping with suspense.

The premise? Simple enough: the Pope has died, and the cardinals are gathering to elect his successor. But nothing is ever as it seems in a room full of powerful men in scarlet, all with their own agendas, alliances, and—naturally—sins to hide. If you’re like me and have a fascination with religious drama and power struggles, Conclave is the kind of film that sinks its hooks into you early on.

Director Edward Berger makes every scene feel like a careful move on a game board, each cardinal’s expression hiding just enough to make you wonder what’s going on behind the scenes. The performances are stellar, with each actor bringing a touch of humanity to roles that could’ve easily leaned into caricature. You get the sense that these are men burdened by the weight of their secrets, struggling with faith, power, and ambition in a setting where every move could tip the balance of the entire Church.

What’s remarkable is that Conclave doesn’t need big action sequences or loud, dramatic reveals to keep you hooked. The film builds its tension through whispers, glances, and the occasional ominous rustling of robes. It trusts its audience to pick up on the subtle cues, making every line feel loaded with hidden meaning. And if you’re paying attention, the narrative rewards you with those small, satisfying moments of revelation.

Still, Conclave isn’t all gravitas. It knows how to layer in moments of dark humor, giving the characters a touch of humanity without breaking the tension. The result is a film that feels both intimate and grand, like a carefully crafted mosaic where each piece, each decision, and each betrayal matters.

Can I sink my teeth into it? Conclave is a communion wine with a sharp bite—rich, layered, and leaving you with questions that linger long after the credits roll.