MIDNIGHT MASS REVIEW

Midnight Mass creeps in like a late-night confession. Quiet at first, then soul-shaking. Creator Mike Flanagan doles out clues like communion wafers: small, cryptic, and dangerously easy to miss. Stick around and you’ll uncover a town full of unexpected heroes (and unholy horrors).

Riley returns home, drowning in guilt, just as Father Paul (aka Monsieur Pruitt) rolls in with miracles that feel a little, too miraculous. Benjamin Button youth juice? Check. Cover-ups? Absolutely. Father Paul? Flat-out losing it trying to keep the miracle (and its secret) under wraps.

Beverly Keen worms her way into everything and everyone. Erin Greene clings to hope like it’s the island’s last lifeline. Joe Collie drowns in drink and bad luck, while sheriff Hassan tries to hold order in a town that barely tolerates him. Meanwhile, the rest of Crockett Island is drinking the Kool-Aid. Wheelchairs vanish. Wrinkles fade. Faith skyrockets. And yes, so does the body count.

Every episode wrestles with faith, forgiveness, and mortality. By the time the angel spreads its wings, you’re in too deep to blink. Salvation? Optional. Fear? Guaranteed.