This film will not help you make your mind up. It will make your mind up for you. We've all heard the personal stories, the local lawsuits, the international scandals. It always seems incontrovertible. What we've maybe skimmed over are the finer details, the proof, for it is proof. Alex Gibney is a most rigorous of documentarians, and he will pore over material in order to unravel complex cover-ups with simple truths at their heart. The cover-up here is that of the catholic church and sexual abuse, and Gibney's scrupulousness has revealed the full extent of the complicity, implicating members of every level of the canonical hierarchy, including the Pope himself - quite directly, and frequently. Incontrovertible proof indeed it seems, for indeed it is. What servant of god could live in peace knowing that they had perpetrated such acts as the serial rape of minors, or of concealing this from police and public, or of lying about it, or of persecuting victims and their families? There are few admissions from those responsible, as there can be no denying what has occurred, not in the eyes of the people nor in the eyes of their lord, and no justification. The catholic church practises avoidance in such matters, and actively perpetuates acts not just in violation of the teachings of catholicism, but also illegal, and morally indefensible. But hey, what's new? This is documentary filmmaking as legal indictment; narrative momentum eventually sags, but Mea Maxima Culpa is more cinematic treatise than anything else. It has no business entertaining us, and no desire to do so either.