Critics reviews

Buried somewhere in this smart but somewhat disorganized and repetitious movie about The Satanic Temple is a trickier, potentially deeper and more all-encompassing work, about what happens to every seemingly dangerous group once it becomes popular.

Lane deftly interweaves some of the funniest clips, like one of Greaves dryly resisting the questions of an incredulous-sounding Megyn Kelly. She also finds ways to lighten traditional documentary techniques. (An anonymous interviewee in silhouette wears giant ears and devil horns.)

Like Our Nixon and Nuts! before it, Hail Satan? is an effectively jolly takedown of the powerful and foolhardy.

The unexpected bonus ingredient is humor, thanks both to Lane’s wry, savvy subjects . . . and a film crew that’s totally in on TST's complicated, but also-a-bit-serious joke. Wickedly funny, fascinating and niftily made, this crowd-pleaser will reign at festivals and prove, yet again, that the devil always has the best tunes.