The Rite is old-fashioned fare. It doesn’t spend all its time wondering, like The Exorcism of Emily Rose, whether one man’s God, or more specifically Devil, is another man’s mental or physical brain illness. It toys with the idea like the absent fondling of a set of rosary beads soon cast aside. In The Rite we are presented with straight up, old-style supernatural fisticuffs between good and evil. There is a God and there is a Devil, and the prize is the soul of humanity. Humanist atheists need not attend unless for the purposes of knowingly ironic amusement or righteous outrage.