As I write tonight, I’m totally heartbroken, and angry, and pissed off, and frustrated.
I know it’s completely first-world. I get it. But damn it, sometimes you just don’t care.
For the past three years, I’ve totally loved Lucifer. It is hands-down one of the most original, funny, sexy shows on television. Not to mention one of the best-written, and best-acted. I have a total crush on Tom Ellis (come on! Of course a tall dark handsome gorgeous Brit is going to be the Devil!), and the story lines are incredible spins on the biblical tropes we all know so well.
But now . . . it’s gone. All gone. All we know is that Chloe finally knows – really knows – that Lucifer has been telling her the truth all along. He never made any bones about what he was. Never went by an alias. Lucifer Morningstar. Right there on his driver’s license.
You know, network TV, THIS IS WHY NO ONE WANTS TO WATCH YOUR SHOWS ANY MORE. You rip them away from us! Without warning! You didn’t choose to cancel Lucifer when the writers could have wrapped it up and given us an ending – oh no, not you. FOX has to leave us on a total cliffhanger – Pierce/Cain dead, Lucifer (just when we think maybe he and Chloe will finally be able to be together!) gone back to being his full-blown devil self . . . and in walks Chloe.
AND THAT’S FREAKING IT??? THAT’S ALL WE EVER GET???
I hate you, FOX. I hate you so much.
Here’s why I loved the show so much – besides Tom Ellis, of course:
The entire cast. ALL the characters worked so well together – flawed, human (even Maze, the quintessential demon!), and learning to care about each other. Linda, trying to figure out how to be a psychologist to angels. Chloe, just trying to do her job, even with the sexiest and most annoying partner in the world. Amendiel, trying to be the good son . . . and figuring out that maybe it’s not possible. Charlotte’s quest to overcome her past and redeem herself. It all just worked.
The story lines. So much TV isn’t character-driven, but perhaps because this was based on work by Neil Gaiman, these story lines were definitely character-driven. Lucifer, the rebellious son, doing his best to rebel against whatever he thinks ‘dear old Dad’ wants him to do . . . his anger drove so much, and yet it was so easy to relate to, because who among us hasn’t rebelled against authority? It’s just that when you’re an angel, the rebellions tend to be a bit bigger, is all.
And on the story lines – I loved that this show took familiar ground and shook it up. The devil decides to leave Hell and move to Los Angeles to open a nightclub and freelance as a consultant with the police department? Who wouldn’t love that? I’m not Christian, so nothing about making Lucifer into the hero of the story bothered me. In fact, as a writer, I love it – it’s the perfect twist. Take the ultimate baddie, and make him into a tortured, misunderstood hero. It just goes back to the old adage that all villains see themselves as the hero of their own story.
It was funny. Just – funny! Seriously, the devil going to a psychologist (and yes, paying her with sex, but what do you expect?!). But it was also so heartfelt and all the characters felt so much for each other. Like a few episodes back, when Lucifer was heartbroken that Chloe and Pierce were getting closer, and Linda asked him “what do you – the devil – truly desire?” The dawning look of realization on his face . . . See, I’m tearing up just thinking about it.
But it really is about the romance between Chloe and Lucifer. Even if she was created especially for him (if you believe Amendiel’s story), there was never a clear path forward for these characters. I mean, a mortal woman and the devil? A mortal and an angel? How the devil (pardon the pun) was that ever going to work? He’s spent his entire time on earth denying that he even IS an angel, and then in the finale, has to embrace his true nature in order to save the woman he loves. Classic inner conflict! But we hoped. We hoped so hard. We hoped that he’d get over himself and his rebellious nature for five freaking seconds, and that she’d be open-minded enough to accept him for who – and what – he is.
I am not yet giving up hope.