LUCIFER- Reviewing the Devil
The Devil as a nightclub owner with a rock star’s charisma? Umm. “A television commentary,” I said. “Yeah, maybe that’s how I’ll approach this series.”
I don’t know.
Now let’s get this out of the way right up front, Fox’s new show came highly recommended to me. Amazing scores on IMDB, a link to an author I greatly admire in Neil Gaiman, and a solid cast of actors. It was sure to be a homerun…
S1 E1 left me feeling better than I had after some pilots I’ve watched, but it also left me feeling worse than others. Middle of the road vanilla with self-appreciating, clever smarminess. If the Devil were taking a voluntary leave of absence from Hell he probably would be a ladies man with a sharp tongue and chip on his shoulders… right?
Of course, the Devil (LUCIFER) could be a serious dick.
In this show he’s a good guy that isn’t putting up Hell any longer. Okay, whatever. I guess humans are way worse than the Devil because I envision a serial killer, rapist, monster type of man that feeds off the fear and suffering of the human race. So I’ll repeat what I said at the beginning of this column, this is a commentary instead of my usual ‘review.’ Because… I couldn’t get through episode 2.
I’m fickle when it comes to my likes concerning comic books and superheroes, and I am not the man to give this thing any sort of fair (or unfair) rating. I had the feeling that Supernatural‘s Crowley was about to pen a spin-off and somebody behind the scenes said, “HEY, WE DON’T HAVE TO PAY THAT GUY. WE OWN THE RIGHTS TO A SANDMAN CHARACTER NAMED LUCIFER AND WE CAN HAVE OUR OWN DEVIL WITHOUT THE SPIN-OFF PRICE TAG.”
Of course this’s pure speculation and does not reflect the view of anybody else on the planet but me, but it’s how I felt after the first one point eight episodes before I hit stop on the captive cable commercial feed. I didn’t think it was cute, clever, witty, or even fun to tell the truth. If you’ve seen Little Nicky (who hasn’t right? Sandler genius…sic) then it may be predictable, unoriginal, and formulaic.
That’s my input and I know I’m part of a minority because the fan and critic ratings contradict my opinion, but sometimes a television show isn’t for you and this one wasn’t for me. Maybe if they paid me I could’ve said something nice. If you love it I get it, but I’m hoping it goes away. Maybe tackling Sandman would’ve been a better way to introduce me to the fictional mythos. I’ll stick with the People Versus O.J. Simpson, Bates Motel, Little Nicky, and 11/22/63.
Therefore, there are no Great Cthulhus summoned from the depths of the abyss to award LUCIFER, the Great One can remain asleep until I find the next show to watch for The Horror Within Magazine. Until then, remember it’s only a handsome actor having consensual sex with naughty earth women and not the crown prince of the eternal burning city where sinners are tortured for all times to come.