In Edward Berger’s Conclave, the selection of the pope is no holy affair. Instead, it’s a petty, political campaign carried out in secrecy, where gossip flows, agendas are malleable and loyalties are fleeting. All are there to serve God, they say. But we all know how helpful that has been in conflicts throughout history. Conclave might not have much new or interesting to say about the Catholic Church, but it is a deliriously fun watch in the way that tense, smart thrillers with an ensemble of great actors can be.
It’s fitting that Peter Straughan, who co-wrote the script for Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, was the one to adapt Robert Harris’ 2016 novel, taking audiences inside the secretive halls of the Vatican in the immediate aftermath of the pope’s death. The film opens abruptly and effectively on Ralph Fiennes’ back, walking somewhere briskly. Nothing is said. You don’t even see his face. But between Volker Bertelmann’s heightened score and Fiennes’ pace and tensed shoulders, the mood is set. This, it is clear, is not going to be a straightforward affair. Plus, something seems a little fishy about this death.